Lirik Lagu Terbaru Curtis Roach - COMMA$

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Curtis Roach, merilis singel terbarunya berjudul "COMMA$".

Lagu tersebut ia debutkan melalui akun YouTube officialnya, Curtis Roach dengan diproduseri oleh Dan Edinberg.

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Simak lirik lagu terbaru Curtis Roach "COMMA$" berikut ini.

Ay, I was just countin’ them commas, I’m hot as a sauna, I’m nothin’ to play with
Lil’ bro what is you sayin’? Money talk my only language
Shorty sayin’ I’m smellin’ sexy, Dolce Gabanna my fragrance
Big papa let my beard grow, get a Jordan ring on my earlobe

This is top tier flow, for my father let a tear flow
Type of sh#t that should be televised, Black body bein’ weaponized
Police need to recognized, need to raise up, n—- step aside
You just a variable, lookin’ terrible, lookin’ terrified, lookin’ scared to fight, probably scared tonight

Probably can’t even sleep in your bed at night
I might take off a couple of heads tonight, somebody give me a guillotine [b#tch
This is my ride on my enemies, y’all cannot f#ck with my energy
Nowadays they just talk, but they talk ’bout nothin’

Nowadays everybody wanna say somethin’ [Huh?
g#dd#mn, I’m the man, and it feel like it
Give a damn ’bout a hater when I feel like it
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow

Get out my way, please, I’m tryna get paid
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I’m tryna get paid
Been broke for 27 years, I ain’t goin’ for 28

Been seein’ you n—-s flexin’ and finessin’ this sh#t, you know I ain’t ever ate
Seein’ you shinin’, all that designer, you ain’t get your lil’ bro a plate
That’s how I know you fake [b#tch] that’s how I know you fake
Get it straight, I don’t need you to like me [Nope] I just need you to trust me

I’m talented, I’m not lucky, I’m fine as f#ck, not ugly
You crab n—-s hella crusty, your hairline hella dusty, your momma say you look musty, I’m sorry ’bout that
Ayo, f#ck 12, f#ck 6 plus 6, f#ck 4 plus 8, all that sh#t
I need a Coupe ‘Ville or a Grand Natty for my granddaddy, n—- all that sh#t

My babygirl want a boat [What?] I don’t know how I’m gonna get that sh#t
But if I gotta hit a lick on the wrist, and I’m next on the list, you best not miss
Nowadays they just talk, but they talk ’bout nothin’
Nowadays everybody wanna say somethin’ [Huh?

g#dd#mn, I’m the man, and it feel like it
Give a damn ’bout a hater when I feel like it
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I’m tryna get paid

Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I’m tryna get paid