CurbSide lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Cookin Soul

[Verse]
Turbo Saab
They thought it was Money Mitch b*tch, no it's not
Ain't runnin', flip the script, paint soda pop
Broke their broad, tan top, Gold BBS's is like some old guy on socks
Fresh as f*ck, steppin' out, jammin' still potent
Word to my pops, hit me to music
In so many styles
sh*t smokin' like a ashtray full of blackened mouths
Rollin' up our beat down stairs in the wild
I'ma boast, I'm not on the clock
You can tell by my watch
This a Day-Date, a Datejust just ain't the same
I buy those every night and I end up givin' them away
Them n*ggas ain't doin' sh*t, they just in the way
Creatin' some space, remindin' your place
Circle smaller, stack taller
Stay honest, we'll all be ballin', I promise

[Outro]
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