Curves ( An Zay Primo Story )
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I Curve niggas quicker than my waist do
I got niggas trying to get a taste too
I shit on these bitches leaving them hateful
Bitch I'm quick on my tongue like I'm unfaithful
( like my rap AHAHA BITCH I KILLED THE INTRO )
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