Meechy Darko - CURSED lyrics

You know that sound? Haha
Clase Azul for when we feelin' blue
We celebrate with ‘42 this is Gothic Luxury
The eyes always rojo
We ain't trippin' off no hoe
You feel me? Haha
Meechy Dark, but we keep it light
We just let the vibes flow
We don't force 'em matter of fact
Only time we force 'em is when
We rockin' the all whites
We call 'em uptowns where we from
You know I'm sayin'
Revenge is bittersweet, it's like a
Thick shorty with bad teeth
But you still gon' take it down
Ayo, it's Meechy Dark
Likе I said, it's Gothic Luxury
My name is Rell Knoxx
I'ma intro you to this, to this luxurious
Production, we hеre, what you saying Meech


Let's get it

Vengeance is in the path to glory
But revenge feel better
Than being the only man in an orgy
With fifty bitches
Last week I got my palm read from a gypsy
She said I got a dark past
And "karma's only inches away
From where you're sittin'"
Pulled my arm away and said "Bitch
You better tell me different"
She said that "You deserve
What you're gettin'"
I paid her in counterfeit money
Hopped in the car and revved out my engine
Fuck it
Rather die a feared nigga than a scared nigga
Yeah, nigga, I said yeah
Nigga, ironically, this year, nigga
My vision far from impaired
Nigga, it ain't clear, nigga
Who sent you here nigga? Shots in your head
Nigga army guns with the hair-triggers
Brand new lungs, i smoke different
Burn money, crack jokes at broke niggas
(Pow, pow)
Since life’s a joke, I smoke niggas
Twisted logic, twisted chronic
Higher than Beyoncé budget
I'm just fuckin' honest
I’d rather die on the streets
Than die from police
Rather die with my pride than die on my knees
Like a bitch, like a whore, like a slut
Like a skeez, like a flea, like a cat
Like a mutt, take these, matter fact
Take that switch gears, same speed
Bad bitch has got a ego
Gotta learn how to feed hers
Might just be some fees, uh
Baddie from Indonesia fuck me for a Visa
Still can't tell if she wanna be here
Or be here, but fuck it, nigga, we here
My voice is an instrument, nigga
I don't need snare or bass and the treble
Come fuck with the devil if you prepared
It ain't sinnin' if you winnin'
I believe that life's a trip
I'm just chillin' with my seat back
Vroom, vroom, middle finger as I speed past

Eyes wide open 'til I see a hundred mil'
If I listened to you niggas
I wouldn't be here
I'm just prayin' I can get
The mansions on the hills
I'm just prayin' I can get
My girl the latest heels
Curses (Curses) , they put curses on me (Curses on me)
They put curses, but it ain't workin' on me
Yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh
Lord they tryna curse me
Why you wanna break me down?
(Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down?
(Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down?
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh
Lord they tryna curse me
Still tryna break me (Still tryna break me)
Why you wanna break me down
(Why you wanna break me, Down)

Shout out to all the
Hating niggas watching face
That just makes the ladies love us more
(Haha)
This a celebration, we got so much ‘42
You would think it's Times
Square train station ayo, my life's a movie
But you'd never be able to play me
Now I just want you to remember that
Forever and always
Not with a script, not with a crew
Not with a cam, not with a booth