Blueface, The Plug, JAY1 — Curvy

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It’s The Plug
JAY1, JAY1, just did it with sauce
JAY1, JAY1, just did it with sauce

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Look at that browning, lookin’ all curvy
Figure eight and the back come perky
JAY1, I been a badboy from early
I don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout certi’
Bros in the bando, whippin’ up Shirley
Your jiggas in the club, all burnin’
Look at that wasteman, lookin’ all girly

Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it

Money bopping whilst the gyally watching
Everybody’s lookin’ at the kid
I look around me, only sexy bitches
Clock a baddie lickin’ up her lips
Sexy mama, really done a mazza
Tell her ‘Buss it up and do the splits’
Got your baby mother in my crib
But I don’t really give a shit
Uno, uno, baby, I’m uno
Got pengtings calling me ‘Papi’
Like I’m in a movie like Chulo
That big back’s lookin’ humongous
And I haven’t got time like Hublot
So step into my bedroom quickly
Come, we get frisky
Baby, come lick me
Yakka, yakka, throw it like frisbee
Made a half a milli’ from ‘Brudda, I’m joking’
I got a young call from Mapz
And he said I got a booking in Poland
That’s one big house in The Midlands
Look at my mother, lookin’ all cozy
That’s twenty-five bags for a booking
Fuck off, JAY1’s doin’ it bossy

Please just tell me, what are you smoking?

Look at that browning, lookin’ all curvy
Figure eight and the back come perky
JAY1, I been a badboy from early
I don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout certi’
Bros in the bando, whippin’ up Shirley
Your jiggas in the club, all burnin’
Look at that wasteman, lookin’ all girly
Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it
Br-Br-Browning, lookin’ all curvy
Figure eight and the back come perky
JAY1, I been a badboy from early
I don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout certi’
Bros in the bando, whippin’ up Shirley
Your jiggas in the club, all burnin’
Look at that wasteman, lookin’ all girly

Blueface, baby
I don’t have a min’ to waste on wastemen
Say how I feel, they say that I’m hatin’
New generation, real is fake
Fakin’ is real, I will never sell my soul for a deal
Fill up the banks like Uncle Phil
Before I learn how to cook a meal, bitch, I made a mil’
I fuck with my chains, she get the chills
Buffalo ass, I pay her bills
She only wear heels, my house in The Hills
I fuck with the weed, she fuck with the pills
I just robbed a nigga , I do not steal
But I keep the steel, it could get real
Get popped like a pill
Out on bail with the gun in my belt
My bitch in Chanel but she ain’t Chanel
Packin’ a mil’ , everything sell
Still doin’ well, ‘Blueface fell off,’ I couldn’t tell
Hahaha, send ’em to voicemail

You have reached the voicemail box Blueface, baby

Bill it, then burn it
Br-br-browning, lookin’ all curvy
Figure eight and the back come perky
JAY1, I been a badboy from early
I don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout certi’
Bros in the bando, whippin’ up Shirley
Your jiggas in the club, all burnin’
Look at that wasteman, lookin’ all girly

Fuck it, reverse it, bill it, then burn it

I got one bad B in the passy
Two in the back and a stack in the boot
I know you don’t get no jawns
Brudda, just stick to the truth
And if I was low like you are
Then I probably wouldn’t buy no Loubs
And you could never reach my height

I’m on the top floor doin’ up views

Look at that browning, lookin’ all curvy
Figure eight and the back come perky
JAY1, I been a badboy from early
I don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout certi’
Bros in the bando, whippin’ up Shirley
Your jiggas in the club, all burnin’
Look at that wasteman, lookin’ all girly

Fuck it, reverse it, bill it then burn it

Mmm, JAY1, JAY1
JAY1, JAY1