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letra de low - curren$y

[intro: rob49]
yeah
yeah

[chorus: rob49]
i said i’m ridin’ low
i don’t see no competition, yeah
i turn my l’s into dubs, yeah
i’m just a different n-gga, aight, yeah
i’m baggin’ jet life, but i’m in my two-seater, yeah
my brother died at his prime, sh-t i wish he coulda steal wit’ me, yeah
[verse 1: rob49]
i’m makin’ music, i don’t like the move
feel like i’m givin’ all this to the streets, but who take care of me? yeah
i used to wanna f-ck my superstars
until i f-cked one, now this b-tch don’t wanna let me leave, yeah
i put that nola pipe on, that’s just why i come from that n-gga
ain’t nothin’ like new orleans, yeah
want paint my new whip, lucid blue
’cause he gave ’em game, i think i won’t acknowledge ’em, yeah
a n-gga goated up, dripped this f-ck
if i ain’t have confidence, i ain’t my momma’s son, yeah
smokin’ good gas
i think they smokin’ barber and dreaded, let’s go ground for ground, yeah
they said i came up shootin’ dice at school, breakin’ all the rules
warm my feelings on my sleeves ’til i stop chronic, took ’em off
i ain’t ultra, tryna cry no more
i beat the press, i’m tryna be caked up wit’ my feet up on the jet, n-gga, yeah

[chorus: rob49 & curren$y]
i said i’m ridin’ low
i don’t see no competition (i don’t see no competition), yeah
i turn my l’s into dubs (i turn my l’s into dubs), yeah
i’m just a different n-gga (i’m just a all different type of n-gga), aight, yeah
i’m baggin’ jet life (i’m baggin’ jet life), but i’m in my two-seater (da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da), yeah
my brother died at his prime, sh-t i wish he coulda steal with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: curren$y]
spent all this money on clothes just to smoke ’em out
lego pieces in my rolls, that’s my son [?]
i’ve been all around the globe, sellin’ concerts out
tenacious wit’ a full eye, never backed down
spired the senses tanglin’, i sense this money ’round
i finna get a pile, whole lotta money mount
took a handful, a lotta pound
walk around my house, rollin’, jerks are callin’ shots
these n-ggas is not, close
i just landed this two hour difference on the coast
jacob faced the cause for conversation
supervintage fools, they no longer make ’em
discussin’ wages wit’ the risk-takers
infrared lasers, seperate ya
paper on top of paper, shovel eight scr-pe, why? i’m from the city
to survive is h-lla tricky
but i know my way around it fool, don’t f-ck wit’ me, yeah

[chorus: rob49 & curren$y]
i said i’m ridin’ low (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t see no competition (i don’t see no competition), yeah
i turn my l’s into dubs (i turn my l’s into dubs), yeah
i’m just a different n-gga (i’m just a all different type of n-gga), aight, yeah
i’m baggin’ jet life (i’m baggin’ jet life), but i’m in my two-seater, yeah
my brother died at his prime, sh-t i wish he coulda steal wit’ me
[outro: curren$y]
jet life, jet life, n-gga, yeah, jet life
jet life, jet life, jet life, jet life
n-gga, yeah

- curreny

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