Thot Curse - John Gabbana

Ayy, I wanna hear this shit in all the mother fuckin' clubs, you know what I’m

sayin'?

I wanna see all the bad bitches just shakin' they ass to this shit,

you know what I’m sayin'?

John Gabbana

(I ain’t finna tell you how Ry got away with this shit)

Jump back, hunch back, show you what that pump like

Oh, he gotta strap too?

This gon' be a gun fight

This gon' be a fun night, this here boy that stunt life

Fuck it, I got one life, a pussy nigga get one strike

It ain’t nothing, I know you social media niggas bluffing

You the type to hear some bubble wrap popping and get to ducking

Call my choppa big bad wolf 'cause that bitch get to huffin' puffin'

She can’t sit 'round John Gabbana unless that bitch sucking, sucking

Bend over and show somethin'

Make a nigga throw somethin'

Play with me, I know somethin'

Click clack, let you hold somethin'

Checked the time and it’s 4 somethin'

Grab a bottle, nigga pour somethin'

I’ma dick her down 'til I break somethin'

Come here baby, let me taste somethin'

See pretty bitches in the club

But which one gon' let me fuck?

In my blicky you know I trust

Off the Remy, I feel like Russ

Nigga broke, he a sitting duck

Hollows hit like a semi truck

Take a bitch back to the bricks

Hit her with the pickle, no Rick

Couple shots in, I’m lit

Throw a lil' money, we lit

Whatever they with, we with

Bitch, let me see you jump on this dick

Gabbana make the pussy drip

Damn nigga, you pussy whipped

If he play than then that pussy killed

Better shave, I like my pussy silk

Ain’t nothing sweet, but I’ma star and my fucking Glock burst

Before we start exchanging names, I want some fucking top first

She wanna swallow all my kids, I call that shit the thot thirst

You fuck her raw then have a kid, I call that shit the thot curse

Timmy turn on Tina

Gomez, no Selena

Credit card fraud, no Visa

Puerto Rican bitch, my Nina

She fucked in the back of the Beamer

After she fuck, she clean up

Nigga want smoke, let’s link up

Nigga not broke, let’s drink up

I say let’s turn up the party

'Bout time to get some shit started

I’ma tweak if I pop a molly

I feel like I’m Ricky Bobby

I like when she call me papi

This ain’t a Perc, this an Oxy

I’m pimping, not talking Scotty

They say I’m goated, I’m godly

Don’t wanna fuck, bitch, hit the door

Matter fact, bitch, just give me throat

Yeah I got money, but I want more

Try to rob me, get a tag on yo' toe

Nut in my bitch, I’m like oh

Diamonds be hitting, like woah

Know I gotta walk with that stick, like patrol

Don’t make me take ya' soul

See pretty bitches in the club

But which one gon' let me fuck?

In my blicky you know I trust

Off the Remy, I feel like Russ

Nigga broke, he a sitting duck

Hollows hit like a semi truck

Take a bitch back to the bricks

Hit her with the pickle, no Rick

Couple shots in, I’m lit

Throw a lil' money, we lit

Whatever they with, we with

Bitch, let me see you jump on this dick

Gabbana make the pussy drip

Damn nigga, you pussy whipped

If he play than then that pussy killed

Better shave, I like my pussy silk

John Gabbana, nigga

This the mother fuckin' thot curse