Quita

Its the big C, U-R-T
Going nation wide like I'm in a RV
Life of the party, we in March like Army
And my new girl finer than Lori Harvey
Used to catch the 19 to school on Marsalis
I'm flyer than a alley oop from Bron to Anthony Davis
Eating on the beat like pregnant women that got cravings
Cash out on a foreign but you renting yours from Avis
Hot yea I'm blazing gon call the fire fighter
They know I'm bout to go in like when Wayne flick his lighter
More bars than Rikers going up just like some hikers
On a roll like some bikers Ima kill it Michael Myers

Ima hit Rudy's long line and get some chicken
Ride down to TD's the BBQ is finger lickin
I grew up on Denley, kindergarten I went to Lisbon
Then B.F. Darrell is where I finished elementary
Moved on Alaska, not the state but the street
I went to Boude Storey and the S.O.C
South Oak Cliff High off Overton and 35
They used to trap by the school, see them birdies fly
Rep the cliff until I die



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Writer(s): Curtis Lindley
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