Curves - Justina Valentine

Rolling up in your Ferrari

A lot of girls wanna go for a ride

But I just ain’t impressed, I’m sorry

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

Skipping down Melrose in my beat up Chucks

Ripped up jeans, not giving a

Our pocket’s on E, so I window shop

When you’re built like this a little looks like a lot

I don’t worry about no material things

I stay fly, no fairy wings

I don’t wanna come down from this cloud I’m on

I’mma sing out loud 'til the loud is gone

Mama told me I should find a guy…

Who’s cleaned up nice with a suit and tie

But I like boys who misbehave

Jailhouse tats and dungarees

Rolling up in your Ferrari

A lot of girls wanna go for a ride

But I just ain’t impressed, I’m sorry

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

Can you handle these curves?

(curves)

Make your heart race the whole time

Can you handle these curves?

(curves)

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

He pulled up to the curb, rolled the window down

Asked me where I’m heading, and I said downtown

He opened up the door, I said yeah, alright

If you sit shotgun, watch me drive

I be whipping through the street

When I’m flipping on the beat

Every bad little mama wanna get up on my team

When they see me drive by in the whole ride

(?) with the Maserat, I be burning rubbers in the (?)

Mama told me I should find a guy

Who works real hard, at a 9 to 5

But I like boys who break the rules

Drive real loud and sing the blues, hey

Rolling up in your Ferrari

A lot of girls wanna go for a ride

But I just ain’t impressed, I’m sorry

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

Can you handle these curves?

(curves)

Make your heart race the whole time

Can you handle these curves?

(curves, baby)

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

Can you handle?

Baby, can you handle these curves?

Can you handle?

Baby, can you handle these?

Can you handle?

Baby, can you handle these curves?

Can you handle?

Baby, can you handle these?

Rolling up in your Ferrari

A lot of girls wanna go for a ride

But I just ain’t impressed, I’m sorry

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive

Can you handle these curves?

(curves)

Make your heart race the whole time

Can you handle these curves?

(curves, baby)

It ain’t the car, it’s the way you drive