THE Curse by Hossey Lyrics
[Intro]
Hossey on the track, yeah
That's the Curse: Song 1
Here we go
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, put in work, yeah
Put in work, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
[Verse 1]
Got a call on the phone, I just left your bitch's house
Your bitch out late night with Hossey
She need to buy Plan B after I hit it
I wrapped the money, flew it like a kite to O-Town, yeah
Ballin' on this bitch is like Harden on the Rockets
Pull up to your party [?]
Light the table on fire
Fuck you dumb little bitch you talk shit
Can't even look at my phone line
Without a couple texts that I can't deny, yeah
Your ash is a little fag can't commit
Hossey hit you from behind. It's lit like the phone
Had to close my eyes, yeah
Half the time, man, these bitches lyin'
Should I trust, man? I can't decide
Nowadays just don't reply, but they know my name
They compare it, still Young Sap gonna pull up with Young CJ
Smokin' [?] and fuck your bitch yeah
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, okay
Here we go
[Verse 2]
Skirt-skirt, LC Mac with the crip walk
Skirt-skirt, watch MHK fuck your bitch
Skirt-skirt, watch Young CJ fuck your mom, goin high
Wife a bitch like Young Laze Reese
All your friends leavin', dog
Saint Laurent, dog, this ain't Burberry, bitch
Do you wanna be a main thing?
I've got some hole for my bro's sake
He know I love nuttin on that o-space
I'm still dippin' in my old pay, last year
Money, bitches in my old safe
2013, that's an old rave
2017, it's a new made
Back in the back, bitches with the new drape
Hit your ass so many times you need a new face
Kick you out the car 'cause you too scared, bitch, yeah
No fucking cap, yeah
[Interlude]
No cap, yeah
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate, you that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, thats the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, put in work, yeah
Put in work, yeah, put in work
[Outro]
Your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah, yeah
Hossey on the track, yeah
That's the Curse: Song 1
Here we go
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, put in work, yeah
Put in work, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
[Verse 1]
Got a call on the phone, I just left your bitch's house
Your bitch out late night with Hossey
She need to buy Plan B after I hit it
I wrapped the money, flew it like a kite to O-Town, yeah
Ballin' on this bitch is like Harden on the Rockets
Pull up to your party [?]
Light the table on fire
Fuck you dumb little bitch you talk shit
Can't even look at my phone line
Without a couple texts that I can't deny, yeah
Your ash is a little fag can't commit
Hossey hit you from behind. It's lit like the phone
Had to close my eyes, yeah
Half the time, man, these bitches lyin'
Should I trust, man? I can't decide
Nowadays just don't reply, but they know my name
They compare it, still Young Sap gonna pull up with Young CJ
Smokin' [?] and fuck your bitch yeah
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
[Interlude]
Yeah, okay
Here we go
[Verse 2]
Skirt-skirt, LC Mac with the crip walk
Skirt-skirt, watch MHK fuck your bitch
Skirt-skirt, watch Young CJ fuck your mom, goin high
Wife a bitch like Young Laze Reese
All your friends leavin', dog
Saint Laurent, dog, this ain't Burberry, bitch
Do you wanna be a main thing?
I've got some hole for my bro's sake
He know I love nuttin on that o-space
I'm still dippin' in my old pay, last year
Money, bitches in my old safe
2013, that's an old rave
2017, it's a new made
Back in the back, bitches with the new drape
Hit your ass so many times you need a new face
Kick you out the car 'cause you too scared, bitch, yeah
No fucking cap, yeah
[Interlude]
No cap, yeah
[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate, you that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
When your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, thats the curse, yeah
Bitches always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always tells you put in work, put in work, yeah
Put in work, yeah, put in work
[Outro]
Your bitches switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah, yeah