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fly spitta - curren$y lyrics

[intro]
spitta, how pharrell do it?
yeah
the new orleans bape champ
hot spitta, fly n*gga, fly n*gga

[verse]
it go on and on, and my glocks i’m palming
merk a n*gga out, and read about it in the morinin’
charges can’t stick ’cause my lawyers is on it
broads on my d*ck ’cause they say it’s the largest
just bought crib that’s got six garages
ramp in my yard for my skateboard parties
spray paint cans for my graffiti artist
upstairs there’s a twenty*four hour orgy
if you find ya wife up there, homie, i’m sorry
she forgot about you as soon as she saw me
curren$y the hot spitta, that’s what they call me
my og n*ggas still refer to me as shawty
i’m in la with dog rene rene
with some dc shooters i got from colin mccae
sweetpea handed me my first .38
and i still use it to move n*ggas out my way
me and maine hooked up way back in the day
who’d have thought we’d hook up together and do us a mixtape
f*ck a slice, i’m after the big cake
pusha n*gga wig back like a album release date
got thirty*two bullets in my airhole tec
and 20 inch rims on my ’06 vette
doin’ donuts ’round the club until it ain’t no tires left
i wreck the motherf*cker, i’ll just write another check
get a new on in the monrin’ i’ll be right back on the set
do a million in a month, and a n*gga ain’t broke yet
cause the money h*lla long like a f*ckin’ giraffe neck
n*ggas hatin’ on the boy, they’ll still gimme my respect
’cause they know how i rock, i’m racing up the block
in a black coupe, oops, i forgot the top
nah, i’m trippin’, homeboy, it’s right in the trunk
right next to the big smith & wesson pump
i give you what you want, you can get two shots
strong enough to know a hippo back two blocks
shake a building off the foundation
i’m a retired doctor, boy—i’m outta patience
so i won’t be waitin’ for you to stop that hating
i’ll put a red light to that
but homie, i ain’t got time for a murder
i’m at ralph lauren house, we about to do a merger, n*gga
they call me fly*ass spitta
how that n*gga do it?
i scared myself, i almost sound like that boy
no disrespect, skateboard

- curreny lyrics

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