Curation 2

How Can U Miss 2

How Can U Miss 2 (Prod. Bighead & SaintP)

produced by me

[Chorus]
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way

[Verse]
Cute top, little shorts, yea, yea her body gon slay
Yes im talm bout your bitch, cause your bitch not gon stay
I got a homegirl with a blonde patch, she my bestie, she my gang
I got a homeboy name Rashy, he got dreads all in his face
Also got a got a homeboy Jah, yea, he got dreads all his face
I got a homeboy name Franklin and he hates USPA
And I dont fuck with that boy, cause I swear that boy be gay
Imma tap then leave, cause I love doing one takes

[Verse 2]
Got him running the race like Tay K, cause I know that boy afraid
He afraid I take his little bitch and make that hoe fucking straight
And his bitch on fucking top of me like an overlay
Since I look like Death the Kid, yea, she wanna be my Soul Eater
I done lapped alot of people, yea im off the fuckin meter
Your hoe be eating good, so that hoe is a keeper
She a student, im a teacher, so imma motherfucking teach her
She said she got hoes in pairs of two, but nothing gon compare to you
I said thank you lil bae, now get up on knees little boo
He said that im a little bitch, but that shoe feeling real loose
Imma fuck on his little bitch, and make that bitch say ouu
Fuck pronouns, im a Trap Queen like my homegirl Gabby, ouu
Imma sew yo ass up, just like some jeans, I feel like Steve, ouu
Put an M on his head, now he looking like Mario
Put a Dub on my head, now im lookin like Wario
Put a L on his head, now he looking Luigi
Your bitch gon gimme that fucking squeegee

[Bridge]
Your bitch go both ways, she can get it anyday, she can get it any way
Yea, she can get it any way, she can get it any day like she can get it day
She gon get it every way, she gon take it all the way
Yea she go both ways, she gon get it anyday

[Chorus]
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way
Your bitch go both ways, she get can it anyday, she can get it any way

Both Ways

produced by me

[Verse]
Yea, green on body I feel like Luigi
This hoe eat humans like Izaya Tiji
This hoe feeling fancy, she think she Iggy
Its a party in my city, so I hit the griddy
Bisexual bitch, she get me that squeegee
If you like Nine Vicous, then you like Diddy 
Yo career like Ja-Rule and im like 50
She think she a city girl, she listen to JT
Like some merch, you can end up on tee
Like Fox 5, you can end up on the TV
This hoe got swag, she must think she Barnaby
He talking shit on Twitter, He moving like Tweetie
Imma kill yo ass like Aaron Hernandez 
Imma get my goon, Imma get my bandits
You looking roughed up, you need a bandage
Like Tony Montana, im the peoples badman
Im a thief in the night, lil bitch i aint Batman
He sippin that drank, he think he Kankan
Feel like Itachi, imma wipe out yo whole clan
Huh, okay, Peanut Butter gun, my gun aint jam
Imma flex up, yea, like im at a gym
I can chop you up like some motherfucking lamb
Kendrick Lamar, I dont give a DAMN
Dis song is a hit, this is yo hoe jam
Flex up, flex up, like a gym
Imma turn up, yea, like a gym
Yo jewelry fake like that shit dim
Motherfucker you yea you not no trim
Yea, like YVL you not trim,
Like YSL you not slime
Like little boy get with the time
Huh, bitch its not your time to shine
Getting hoes mixed up like key binds 
How you get a watch and cant tell the time?
Huh, How you have a phone and cant tell the time?
Yea, if I see a tall bitch, imma climb
Lil bitch these seats recline
And my bro got out on a bond
I spend a band on that, and I spend a band on yo bitch 
And that’s just not your hoe, cause she gon swi-swi-switch 
Switch, bitch, moving, lanes, get the, fuck, out, my way
I dont, even know who the fuck is in my way
But let them fucking know, they will never be this great
Me and your bitch in a two seater
Me and your hoe in a two seater
Me and this thot in a two seater
Me and this slut in a two seater
Fuck, imma fuck this hoe so bad
Imma fuck this thot so bad
Imma fuck then imma laugh
I got a homegirl, Sejah, she got guap
I told gang we gon make it to the top, fuck
And if you tryna make it to the top, you gon get cockblocked 
Huh, ill never fuckin stop
Like a wok I got the fire, finna speed up like a mile
Imma step on you like a tile, your bitch on me like a towel
Shout out Blake, shout out Jayden, shout out Rob, shout out Dash, shout out Jah
Shout out every fucking one that has my back, yea

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Avant Garde The Intro P.Grimgar

[Intro]
Yuh
Alright
Oh, aye, let’s go
Alright

[Chorus]
Okay, tell ‘em let’s go
Okay, let’s go
Okay, like—who you touchin’?
No, no, not me you touchin’
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—

Baby, open them blinds
Hol’ up, baby—wake up, it’s your time
She said, “Your eyes are red”
I been up all night—yeah, I’m fine, fine, fine
After all, I want glistening diamonds
That make a n***a blind-blind
You sent
[Verse 1]
Stack it up, baby, don’t talk to me
Baby, that money gon’ come from the mist (glow!)
I done pulled up with a whole lotta n****s
We now puttin’ you on the list (ugh!)

He keep talkin’ like a swingin’ bag
I’ma make abomination of my fist (yah!)
Before I come an angel, baby
I’ma live my life, and I won’t ever miss

Hol’ on—grabbin’ girly by her hips
It’s over when you hear that zip
Hol’ on—who’s that knockin’ at my MF door?
You ain’t comin’ in

[Interlude]
Enough sunshine has came in
You can close the windows now
I said, “Hello?” … No.

[Verse 2]
Baby, don’t let them in
They gon’ eat you, cook you like a s’more with a spatula
And I know that sound crazy
But they creative how they step on ya

What’s that in her bio—“God’s glory”?
Huh, a touchin’ story
But I’m afraid I can’t let you in
You sent
[Chorus - Repeat]
Okay, tell ‘em let’s go
Okay, let’s go
Okay, like—who you touchin’?
No, no, not me you touchin’
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no—who you touchin’?
No, no, no, no—

Baby, open them blinds
Hol’ up, baby—wake up, it’s your time
She said, “Your eyes are red”
I been up all night—yeah, I’m fine, fine, fine
After all, I want glistening diamonds
That make a n***a blind-blind

TOUCHY

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