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letra de true lies (remix) - curren$y & fuse

[intro]
808 my crew

[verse 1: curren$y]
getting it, spending it, living it, dipping in dividends
limitless, ship it to the crib
took some pictures in it, did a burn out in it (skrrt)
turned out b-tches, sold out tickets
off the tour i made millions
[casa doors?], cathedral ceilings
this is real, can’t ignore the feeling
i just closed a deal, i hear them franklins [?]
shouldn’t rush, it’s a must
in the clutch, who you trust
in the love, in the l-st with the diamonds in the dust
rolled up and i’m focused
they tried to catch me slipping, dog, i know it
i hear their footsteps approaching (yeah)
but before they reach my front porch they’ll be roasted
that’s word to bro, that’s for sure
in the scope ’cause they always know that one day these n-ggas gon’ play the fool
didn’t have to come through like the big homie do
i wouldn’t wish my lifestyle on you
but i can’t deny that this life is cool
chicks would be nice to you
and they think you holding on to that loot
now everybody watching you, so you gotta watch how you move
and the homies that say they looking out for you, but that sh-t ain’t true
[interlude: lloyd banks]
yeah, n-gga (yeah, n-gga)
banks
that southside jet life sh-t (808 mafia)

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
uh, live my life relentless, wild
witness slim did the trial
gangstas out, kids inside
sh-t gets hard, cribs/crips divide
grimy ways intensified
opps out, [tints?] slide
switching sides get you fried
both palms, itching i got a feeling i’ma touch some millions
put my dealings in another building
moving on now, it’s only family ties
those so-called soldiers barely ride
with nothing alike, compare me, why?
you die, we won’t be teary-eyed
my weed clouds up miami skies
[meet?] princess cuts canary size
extendos round, how did we hide?
i’m ten toes down, no scary vibes
they don’t see your path then you walk alone
big talking, don’t do that on the phone
me, i might smile to keep your eyes off of the scars
through these tracks i’m capone
use these raps for cologne
groupies scratched up the throne
threw me back off patron
b00bie traps at my home
movie straps, i’m stalone
no more loans i decline
i can get y’all combined
talking, live by the grind
popping trips out dubai, shopping skips out milan
murder sh-t by design
bourbon cribs i’ll be fine
these words’ll give sight to blind
curving sh-t like a don
[outro]
get out! get out!
go! adios!
(see you soon, david)
yeah, yeah, we’ll have shrimp
get the f-ck out!
get the f-ck out!
(i’ll see you in f-cking h-ll!)
then we’ll have barbecued jumbo shrimp, you motherf-cker!

- curreny fuse

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