Curve ’Em lyrics

[Intro]
Lookie, lookie, they looking at us
What they want, what they really want?
Who they tryna be? Tink G? Junglepus*y?
I don't even know why you bother

[Verse 1: JUNGLEpus*y]
Them b*tches in the back but them b*tches stay frontin'
It's nothing, let a b*tch or n*gga press my buttons
Stuntin', looking good cause a b*tch supposed to
I go to all the poppin' places you don't know boo
Money, getting money like bees get honey
I'm dripping, them n*ggas horny, them n*ggas bore me
Poppin', poppin', but never been corny
b*tch you know my name
Junglepus*y she can't be tamed
Run around, stay away from lames, it's a shame how b*tches complain
Mad at me cause they life mundane, like to party and get lusty
Party and party til the party musty, cabaret home with a cutie, trust me
End of the night, still got my muthaf*cking money

[Hook]
(What they want?)
Stay the f*ck up out my lane ho
Curving these b*tches like a muthaf*cking rainbow
Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho
I'm poppin', poppin', poppin', poppin' up at every angle
[Verse 2: Tink]
See I been poppin since papi was popping bottles in public
Give your man them temptations as if his name David Ruffin
He like my style and my aura, I like his cash and his change
He give me head when I'm aching, that's like a heavy migraine
These b*tches lighter than feathers, I change it up like the weather
They say I'm sick with this rapping, so tell these rappers get better
I wish these n*ggas stop wishing, they want my line like they fishing
I bought these b*tches, they faking, it's like they all want auditions
I probably count like thirty cameras when I'm in your city
It's monkey-see and monkey-do when Junglepus*y with me
These hoes is followers and they don't need our Twitter names
And I can't roll no strike cause all these goofy b*tches in my lane
But I'm rolling the doobie and tryna get high so I never get tired
Curving these b*tches, my money so straight that I never do irons
I pull up and crash your party, call it a high hat
Cause b*tch we making that noise from BK way down to the Chiraq

[HOOK]
(What they want?)
Stay the f*ck up out my lane ho
Curving these b*tches like a muthaf*cking rainbow
Riding through the same streets, you looking like the same ho
I'm popping, popping, popping, popping up at every angle

[Verse 3: JUNGLEpus*y]
Had b*tches pus*y poppin' to my first single
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, call it Pringles
Now why all the dudes I used to like wanna mingle?
They see your girl looking like a flamingo (What the f*ck?)
Oh, oh, sip the grigio slow on these hoes
Let these n*ggas rub my back, let these b*tches kiss my toes
I keep the haters in the cut along with frenemies and foes
Keep that swisher, cancel that dutch, pull that fronto out my clutch
Wassup, wassup?
Wanna kick it with me, wanna party with me, wanna Polly with me?
Tryna get in for free, just my b*tches and me we don't f*ck with nobody
I do me but they study like a hobby
Riding with my b*tches and you know I'm riding shotty
Where the papis at, platanos con salami, wear panties
So happy like Ashanti, looking like Naomi
Bad b*tches at my shows, you f*ck n*ggas owe me
See the top get lonely, I don't really give a f*ck muthaf*cka come show me
God please protect me from my hoes and my so-called homies
And these whack b*tches wish they know me, any whack b*tches think they know me