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letra de living the life - curren$y

[intro]
allstar biggavel’, young riot, curren$y
amalgam digital, remix
still ridin’ on you b-tches, we not playin’
young riot, good lookin’ baby, four hors-m-n
whitey on the boards, sh-t is crazy

[verse 1: max b]
every time, dezzy under the arm
take your time when you approaching me, best to grip ya rosaries
best to get a hold of me, fore i lose control
squirt that ratchet like a super soak’, super smoke
got that super coke that’ll have the fiends back and forth like boomerang
do the thang, [?], but he move the ‘caine
got the newer range, cop that oh-ten, the v–twee
the black four-door, this summer i’m sl-ttin’ more slores
i can do that trick, i can do the backflip
i can let the [?] peel, this semi’ll make ya cartwheel
shoot from half-point like a [?] mami said she from scarsdale
“daddy, the remy ma’ spilled”
pour another swig for the don, b-tch, milked it like a farmer quick
armour thick, bullets ricocheted off the [armour]
mama sick, sayin’ bigga, [?]
they can hate you all they want, you still my baby boy

[chorus]
a– a–m–a–l–g–a
m money
we livin’ the life
[?]
[?] f-ck with the gain grene
oww
[verse 2: young riot]
now that i move [?], the rest of the [?] i’m suitable
kickin’ n-ggas out they cubicle, i’m primetime like hbo
so they love my flow, i’m so yes, i always [?]
we went with amalgam dugital, gain grene [?] fly society
cause that’s what we claim, anybody else, they f-ckin’ lame
do the kurt cobain, put it to his [?] and bust his brain
though i’m gettin’ that amalgam money
know i’ma still hustle ’cause a young’n stay hungry
and it’s nothin’ how quick i can bag up [?]
put ’em in a mood, they comfy, now she wet and wavey
and he angry ’cause his wife made love to me
boy, you better not look fidgety, ’cause i left his chick with a memory
they trying somethin’ that we already started
we got them hip, they dig our trend, and now we number one in the market
so stop it, hater, we takin’ off like a rocket
got curren$y with me [?] can’t tell ’em what’s in our [?]

[verse 3: curren$y]
now these label, they want me, they say i got what it take
talkin’ a hole in my head, but they wasn’t talkin’ no cake
control my own fate, n-gga, mr. interstate lane switcher
prefer a eazy wider over a swisher
hundred foot yacht, bucket hat, gilligan-spitta
leave he drivin’ to skipper, i’m in the back f-ckin’ ginger
jets, n-gga, we smoke out the rooftop
your b-tch is bumpin’ my sh-t, she don’t wanna listen to you now
bose surround sound, pool, groovin’ to marvin
shorty cheffing chicken parmesan, a n-gga starvin’
aircraft carriers carry all of my cars and—
truck overseas, i record for a couple months
old chevrolet, new louis luggage in the trunk
new money got them old paintings hangin’ in my rooms
i’m used to this sh-t, fool, i party every night
fly some new b-tches in, show ’em the weekend of they life, yeah
[outro: max b]
f-ck with ya boy

- curreny

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