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letra de u wish - curren$y

[verse 1]
you dream about that lifestyle
we live that sh-t out right now
with no major label budget
fs jets get multimedia coverage
don’t think outside the box, i thinks above it
crab-ass n-ggas can’t carry my luggage
blue-on-blue damier print
you ain’t got one on these, quit lying to them b-tches
we g, you p-ss, these hoes know the difference
between good weed and the sh-t y’all give ’em
i smoke good with ’em, before i hit ’em
they fall in love, i fall out laughing
atlanta, throw parties in mansions
turn down invites to ones in the hamptons
slide hoes in from m-i-a
they roll out weed, we record our tapes
everybody know me, you seen my face
on websites run by those with good taste
chillin’ in a bape t-shirt
halle berry blew a kiss at the mary j. blige concert

[chorus: curren$y]
because the hoes is on us
these n-ggas hating on us
but we don’t pay attention
we just get paper on them
these hoes know how we do it
we make that fly-ass music
you wish you could drive these cars, smoke this weed
f-ck these broads, k!ll these beats
[verse 2: trademark da skydiver]
n-ggas know the the deal
trade stay fresh, plus flyer than a lear
yellow stones on my neck, no diamonds on my ears
riding in the whip, big rims, no tints
so when i pass up the strip, you can glance in the whip
it’s a sunny day, doobie rays compliment the wrist
smelling like a pound of piff, i just blew down a zip
hundreds on deck like we printing counterfeits
pockets open up like the doors on the new six
b-tches rushing in like a blitz to catch a glimpse of the kid
he stay fly from the shirt to the kicks
i’m so high, i’m in the sky like a solar eclipse
blowin’ piff and gettin’ high to the words that we spit
fa jets, we taking over this sh-t, fear and loathing in the finest gear
fly society designer wear, n-gga, it’s our year
fs jet set, n-gga, we outta here

- curreny

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