Iamsu! - Curly Shirley lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Ant] I'm paper chasin', why you pay for racin'? This ain't no race, if you gon' get it, you gotta be patient Why y'all be trippin'? You know me, I chill like whatever If it's gon', it's gon' happen, so it's whatever Look I'm coming for the top so get yo sh** together Cause I'm hot like when the sun is beamin' on yo lever Get it back, come with three hundred n***as like a Spartan Tell em I got juice like a carton Talkin' that sh** I beg you pardon You ain't gon' finish but you startin' Juicy fruit, I got that flavor, I don't do no favors Cause favors never end up with me ever getting paper I learned that from my father, shout out to my father All I know is real cause that's the way that I was brought up I keep it real with these bosses, you don't never see me caught up Too far on these n***as, I can never see y'all part up On the road like 3.0, straight about that five-one-O All these n***as know what's up, they just act like they don't know [Hook: Jay Ant]×4 Who? Curly Shirley Curly Shirley I'm on a row Who? Curly Shirley [Verse 2: IamSu!] My name is S-U-Explanation, I be movin', they be hatin' Probably mad cause no-one listens they be makin' Get that dough and chill, I live that live like so for real It's candy rain I can't be tanned, she can not help a closer deal Like a contract, I get it, if I want that I'm sippin' on that bombay, so high I might lose contact Like a drop car, boss men, shot call She f**in' with them real n***as, and it's not y'all Ah, I'm getting head like a car light I'm from the Rich and you'll get dealt with if the card's right My b**h just star tight, we live that Mars live Her p**y tighter than a grip and her jugs tight I'm the man, Kobe Bryant's who I ball like A recon ball's exactly what I hit the mall like HBK Gang, yeah we all tight Hittin' hard as cannon balls on the concrete [Hook]×3