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letra de spit vicious - curren$y

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[intro]

[verse 1]
got a lot of thing to drop
new orleans, steady making cheese
n-ggas wanna try to hem my own jeans
spit vicious, [?] b-tch n-gga please
many men are not my synonym, they are not nothing like me
grammar lesson, read something n-gga
boss the f-ck up, we something n-gga
how i’m an example of what can happen when you quit being afraid to gamble
the god i believe in would never give you more than you could handle
he know i can deal with the crib and the lambo
material sh-t ain’t all that i stand for
but i admit i dig the way that my hand glow
i’m high off the lifе
they say the best [?] makе it impossible to second guess
my last move some think was the best
but a better one will surely be my next

[chorus]
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
[verse 2]
i change the game like the number four j’s
bugging out, had ’em on on do the right thing
white [?] gray
i rock like it’s ada
i travel from state to state
open my wallet to close on estates
just claimed one off in la
post up with my b-tches, burn grapes all day
i’m a man who enjoys a comfortable seat
with kicked up feet on the terrace
with my h-lla bad b-tch half-naked
with a wife beater and gucci sneakers cooking me breakfast
telephone convos with my incarcerated homies, they holding it down for me
every n-gga on [?] wanna see me get the money
when they get out they’ll be down to k!ll a n-gga for me
never claimed thug gut i got street love
street cred, these other n-ggas is raisin bran
fs jets, motherf-cker, you know

[chorus]
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i spit, n-gga v-i-c-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
[outro]
fs jet set, where haven’t we been yet?
b-tches know the planes got it
fs jets in the house
motherf-ck anybody else who in the house
we gon’ burn an ounce to this
g’s up, hoes down while you motherf-ckers bounce to this
motherf-cker, you know

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