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letra de still - curren$y

[verse 1: curren$y]
about to land jets on some suckers houses
homie come about it that side sh-t
you call your girl crib in the background she b-mping my sh-t
you mad i’m at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
pouring some of that potent for the true smoking sh-t my homie had
last time i was in cali told him he had to send me that
ship it to the city, so i could bend some corners
with lil mama tell them hit some of this sticky with me
just being around me make her slippery, s-xy pajamas when she visit me
her friends fall through, with louder that, over talking, baller stalking
search for eye contact so they could double back and -ss g
when i got some time free, but honestly
building this empire taking a lot of me
it will be worth it though, sh-t good right now you found my lighter
and my grinder it be perfect ho
and it’s still, and it’s still jets at yo motherf-ckin

[verse 2: trademark]
and i stand here, g’d up from the feet up
paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
baby smoke it all, i ain’t tripping i just reup
she thought real n-gg-rs was dead i made her a believer
now she us, we a different breed
come planning from a different species
young bred to keep it
my life is like a movie but i’m living out the scenes
i’m pulling x for the rex i’m all about the cream
by any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams
a better living fatter pockets, prettier women
super sticky weed i’m puffing late up in the villa
south beach suite metropost smoking and chilling
waiting on my b-tch to come through with some more killer
hit her with the deals she in love with the villain
but my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
can i get a witness to this g sh-t that i’m spitting
at will, it’s still, it’s still, jets at yo motherf-ckin
already

[verse 3: young roddy]
ok, girl, where shall i begin?
i told her about my lifestyle she said i’m all in
she say most n-gg-rs change you ain’t nothing like them
so i got her high as h-ll, i’m talking about the rim
but i never cared, mama blow it in the wind
ain’t too much changed since back then
but now i got a couple different ways to make my ends
they wouldn’t last a minute if they’d live where i live
they couldn’t walk a mile in these jordans number 10’s
and i got that sh-t off like think you come again
such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
so need what my cash for that’s word to money mitch
i swear i’m bound to break that bed when i get it in
haters know the set that i rep to the end
it’s crazy i keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
my reply bet i will and it’s still, it’s still
jets at yo motherf-ckin, yeah

writer: franklin, kirk
lyrics © universal music publishing group, kobalt music publishing ltd.

- curreny

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