Yea
This that 1-9-9-5 shit
Big blunt while drivin'
This whip ain't foreign
But this shit exotic
Kush in my system
Backwoods in my pocket
Lookin' for licks
Get a hit and I'm silent
This bitch is spent
So I hit then I drop it
Raps give you withdraws
Givin' me deposits
Haha
Shit
(Oh this how we ridin'?)
Yo
You finished hatin'
Hurtin', well ventilate it
This that Real Deal Holyfield
Just can't simulate it
One take shit
How am I gon' demonstrate it
I got million dollar dreams
Who gon' front it 'till I make it?
I need big bills
Benjamin's and I mean Franklins
From the raps I put on beats
I'm goin' in like I just shanked it
Big bills
To the tops where we gon' make it
Have me ready just to dip
Like it's an awkward conversation
Lord
Can you hear me when I'm speakin'
It don't matter what the weather is
Gon' always be my season
I just need the rhyme homie
I don't need no reason
I got shooters that'll ride homie
Anytime I need 'em
And that's
That
Yo
It's been a grip
Got me outta my pivot
Is you
Thinkin' you slick?
Alls I needs just a minute
This that real shit
Curt won't need no introduction
From top to bottom I'm sweet
Like a Mickey D's McMuffin
Curt'll call all the shots
Then when you call
Hit that red button
Said you hate me when I'm gone
But when I'm back tell me you love it
Long winded
When you rap
All crickets
Shit don't make any sense to me
Like tall midgets
I'm authentic
Cing Curt - Authentic Lyrics
Cing Curt - Authentic Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Yea
This that 1-9-9-5 shit
Big blunt while drivin'
This whip ain't foreign
But this shit exotic
Kush in my system
Backwoods in my pocket
Lookin' for licks
Get a hit and I'm silent
This bitch is spent
So I hit then I drop it
Raps give you withdraws
Givin' me deposits
Haha
Shit
(Oh this how we ridin'?)
Yo
You finished hatin'
Hurtin', well ventilate it
This that Real Deal Holyfield
Just can't simulate it
One take shit
How am I gon' demonstrate it
I got million dollar dreams
Who gon' front it 'till I make it?
I need big bills
Benjamin's and I mean Franklins
From the raps I put on beats
I'm goin' in like I just shanked it
Big bills
To the tops where we gon' make it
Have me ready just to dip
Like it's an awkward conversation
Lord
Can you hear me when I'm speakin'
It don't matter what the weather is
Gon' always be my season
I just need the rhyme homie
I don't need no reason
I got shooters that'll ride homie
Anytime I need 'em
And that's
That
Yo
It's been a grip
Got me outta my pivot
Is you
Thinkin' you slick?
Alls I needs just a minute
This that real shit
Curt won't need no introduction
From top to bottom I'm sweet
Like a Mickey D's McMuffin
Curt'll call all the shots
Then when you call
Hit that red button
Said you hate me when I'm gone
But when I'm back tell me you love it
Long winded
When you rap
All crickets
Shit don't make any sense to me
Like tall midgets
I'm authentic
This that 1-9-9-5 shit
Big blunt while drivin'
This whip ain't foreign
But this shit exotic
Kush in my system
Backwoods in my pocket
Lookin' for licks
Get a hit and I'm silent
This bitch is spent
So I hit then I drop it
Raps give you withdraws
Givin' me deposits
Haha
Shit
(Oh this how we ridin'?)
Yo
You finished hatin'
Hurtin', well ventilate it
This that Real Deal Holyfield
Just can't simulate it
One take shit
How am I gon' demonstrate it
I got million dollar dreams
Who gon' front it 'till I make it?
I need big bills
Benjamin's and I mean Franklins
From the raps I put on beats
I'm goin' in like I just shanked it
Big bills
To the tops where we gon' make it
Have me ready just to dip
Like it's an awkward conversation
Lord
Can you hear me when I'm speakin'
It don't matter what the weather is
Gon' always be my season
I just need the rhyme homie
I don't need no reason
I got shooters that'll ride homie
Anytime I need 'em
And that's
That
Yo
It's been a grip
Got me outta my pivot
Is you
Thinkin' you slick?
Alls I needs just a minute
This that real shit
Curt won't need no introduction
From top to bottom I'm sweet
Like a Mickey D's McMuffin
Curt'll call all the shots
Then when you call
Hit that red button
Said you hate me when I'm gone
But when I'm back tell me you love it
Long winded
When you rap
All crickets
Shit don't make any sense to me
Like tall midgets
I'm authentic
Writer: Curtis Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid