Melvoni – Curtains

Curtains – Melvoni Lyrics, Letra:
My name is Baby Mel so
But take out the Mel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a 38 comes with no shells and no tracin’
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky
Makin’ them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don’t do shit behind the curtains

They call me “Mel” but it ain’t for “Melly”
But bitch I’m still a menace
We see a opp and we send him to heaven
We comin’ for vengeance
Keep talkin’ cuz my mac still got like eleven
No plead and no beggin’
You see the gang but ain’t check in then prey to a motherfuckin’ reverend
Only God can save you, from me
Puttin’ a hole in your face like a bagel
I’m in the back in all black
And this jacket ain’t puffy it’s all straps
Heard the opp niggas rappin’ they all wack
Talk about what we did and it’s all facts
Talk about what they did and it’s all cap
Fuck around get your whole crew clapped
Whack-a-moley we get your whole crew whacked
‘Cause y’all niggas still on that hoe shit
I come through and we bully your whole clique
Hit ‘em up and I feel like a culprit
Got the drop I know just where your folks live
I call Retro we pull up and blow shit
We call police and we do not know shit
Got your neighbors like what’s that commotion
And we just keep knockin’ and knockin’ and knockin’ and knockin’
Your skull ‘til it open
And my niggas on that [?] My trigger finger ashy it need lotion
Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries
Ain’t gettin’ no bread but we still gon’ toast it
I been gettin’ this cake and my pockets is bacon
Im golden like Curry they see I’m Jamaican
Your bitch on my dick and I swear she so basic
Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it
I know all your friends
[?] [?] a lot of FN’s and Berettas
Stackin’ my cheddar
Your bitch see me doin’ my thing so she love the whole gang and you let her
You couldn’t do better, only do worse
[?] Hit him where it hurts
Hit him where it hurts, huh?
Fuck that I wanna put him on a shirt
I wanna put him in the dirt
I want him put hands on me first
Can’t let him put hands on me first
Hollow tips, hit ‘em up, rip ‘em up
Too bad, get repaired
Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up
And get him the fuck out of here
Come to your block and I’m throwin’ bombs
Ain’t need the assist I throw him the lob

My name is Baby Mel so
But take out the Mel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a 38 comes with no shells and no tracin’
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky
Makin’ them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don’t do shit behind the curtains
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