Kishore Kumar Hits

Curren$y - Marcus Camby (feat. Jim Jones & Tommy Wright III) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Curren$y

albüm: VICES


Briefcase, backseat, paper, tape to the free
From my titties to the feet, just gotta get up to the plane
And then we obligation free
Nervous still, behind the iron curtain as I light the kill
Before I take the stage start a rage when I speak, 512 Ferrar'
Man with transmission still, but I don't drive it
Just look at that muthafucka Arimona
Perhaps a birthday gift to one of the homies
But he done bought himself one by now if he really want it
'Cause we hustlers, we don't wait for nothin'
While them other fools be frontin'
The dealer calls to inform us what they got comin'
Just in case we want somethin', my bitch been chillin' lately
So perhaps a cabriolet Mercedes, maybe not perhaps a Rolex with the box
While them other suckas shop at the pawn shop
For jewelry, the block is hot, the ice cold at my house
Nigga, I'm cold
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me on your bitch (Microgreen and I'm the weed and I be one of them, how I do it)
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me on your bitch (Microgreen and I'm the weed and I be one of them, how I do it)
Capo, I'm just tellin' my truth, nigga I ain't the type to cop the loafers
I'm gettin' real money, nigga, I can brag with the bolsters
I'm puttin' champagne flutes on the top of Versace coasters
I got bread for the lawyers if my niggas get knocked by the toasters
We was takin' trips to Miami just to get that Miami price
Don't get knocked by the Crockett and Tubbs just like his Miami Vice
If you didn't with the plug, he might hit you with that family price I was gettin' them nicks off in New York just for the can be price The market value at the time was like 23 a gram
And the fiends knew you had the butter as soon as they got to see the tan
We was takin' trips out of town, we started with that Peter Pan Yankee fitted on, now I was lookin' like a Derrick G, the fan
Now we on cigarette boats blowin' blunts on 'em
Private docks in Miami just before we jump on them
Playin' Jane Offshore Audemars with the little bumps on 'em
F 'n' N stuffed up in the cooler in case we gotta dump on 'em
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me on your bitch (Microgreen and I'm the weed and I be one of them, how I do it)
Smoke weed and the bitch don't post me on your bitch (Microgreen and I'm the weed and I be one of them, how I do it)

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