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letra de right now (remix) - curren$y

[intro: curren$y]

[verse 1: curren$y]
thirty cars ‘front the house
my neighbors think i’m selling dope, threatening to call the cops
i’m only selling lyrics, only rapping what i know
making h-lla money, b-tch blowing h-lla smoke
got a sunroof for the new coupe, there he go
money ain’t everything but it’s important n-gga
we living like bosses n-gga, this lifestyle cost a n-gga
she got a fire in her house, she want a rider in
east side all the time, bet you i could get her
i bet you i could send her, i bet you she deliver
i smashed and i dipped, n-gga you be sleeping with her
but she ain’t sleeping n-gga
she’s creeping and finding things and then she leaving with ’em

[verse 2: g-eazy]
me and spitta go back like the [?] packs
i’m talkin’ ’bout 2009, we always [?] facts
our pockets holding stacks, if you sleeping then go relax
so when you wake and ask for a feature i’m ’bout to over-tax
good where i’m at, don’t need no new connection
i could buy a ‘rari in cash for half my shoe collection
that stock pigeon still sh-ttin’ on you not new to flexing
hop inside mclaren with a new direction
i get b-tches by the flock, i’m drivin’ slappin’ pilot talk
got the game in my two hands, i got this on the tightest lock
b-tches know i get around and then don’t even like 2pac
’bout to knock a new one right now, it’s only nine o’clock

[chorus: curren$y]
thirty cars ‘front the house
i’m bout to cop a new one right now (right now)
super bad b-tch on the couch
i’m bout to knock a new one right now (right now)
bring you to the spot, try you out (try you out)
both of y’all, show me what you ’bout (show me what you ’bout)
i could put you on a route
i could put you on a route
[verse 3: curren$y]
pull up on them n-ggas, pull off with their b-tches, nothin’ new
hittin’ switches, east side out the window when i’m slidin’ through
jet life out the sunroof, b-tch you know what that do
you just make excuses, we just make big moves
everything exclusive, wait, who that is?
don’t let that n-gga through here, i never seen that kid
unrecognizable, by folks with lots of dope
you in another bracket
you sittin’ at the kiddie table when you file your taxes
i hustle with a few labels, i never take advances
i got it, dawg don’t trip, do pop-ups in saks fifth
we slingin’ yay out this b-tch
i won’t think i’ll ever quit, making them broke n-ggas sick

[outro: curren$y]

- curreny

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