Curve - Coco Mamba

Sippin' on Prosecco

At a gallery (ay)

Chillin' with my homies

Tryna have a ki (ay)

Brushin' off a nigga

Tryna get with me (ay)

Blocking all his shots

Mama named me Luke Cage

Boy the way you moving

You would think you were an athlete

Hopping over hurdles like

We’re running in a track meet

When I catch your eye

I gotta look the other way

Homie got a thirst that you

Can spot a mile away

I swing my hips when

Migos drops

Drink champagne that

Rico pops

You pull up on me

Like we gone chop

Screaming in my ear

Till the music stops

I’m real turned off

I’m triggered

I don’t wanna fuck with you

My nigga

Wish that I could dip from

Your ass quicka

Fore you say some shit

That makes me sika

Bye