Curious George

Uh-huh, okay, kyuh

Yo, why these bitches in the game gettin' serious for?
I was just playin' when I said you looked liked Curious George
I mean, I was in the SL (uh-huh), ice on the bezel (okay)
I ain't mad at you lil' mama, you a sketel
I'm a winner, you that thing that start wit' a S-L
Rhyme with a cruiser, end with a r-ra
Yup, you're a loser, I am a super star-a
F-A-B-O, I do it, like Toccara (F-A-B-O)
'Cause y'all some Dylan hoes (uh-huh)
Tryna fuck up my band, I fuck with Nylon holes (alright)
Not the pumps and the bumps (word), the pumps in the trunk (okay)
In case I gotta spaz and blast you mudda cunt (blah)
I had to laugh at that one (uh-huh)
Bitch get outta line, I'ma slap the fat one (oh)
I'm such a maniac
Where Wayne at? I'm tryna get some brainiac (oh)
I gets down, like when niggas is shootin' (okay)
Mami, I style wild, like when niggas is lootin'
Hoes is mad 'cause these hoes is losin'
They do a lot of walkin', I do a lot of cruisin'
Put the top in the back of trunk
Take off a shoe, slap a bitch with the back of the pump (kyuh)
I ain't never had a problem givin' bitches the business
Pop bitches in the eye like I finished my spinach (kyuh)
I'm a New York broad, spend chips in the village
Hopped out the yellow cab, oops, the yellow Jaguar
Girls don't like me, guess it's the swagger
Don't talk to me 'bout, chicks got skills (no)
She's alright, but she's not real
Listen big homie, I'm that deal
I say, "I body bitches," mean that bitch got killed
Riding the baseline, like I'm 'Quil O'Neal

Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down?
You know bitches gon' hate
But I don't give a fuck who you bodied on tape
I'm into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state
Let's get it
Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down?
You know bitches gon' hate
But I don't give a fuck who you bodied on tape
I'm into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state
Let's get it now