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unfadeable - curren$y lyrics

[intro]
i should roll a joint
nah, i’m cool, let’s go
(trauma tone)
yeah, huh (turn me up, kino)

[verse 1]
remote*control curtains, haters’ feelings hurtin’
rap like a turban, ‘lacs or suburbans
in traffic, we swervin’, relaxed in the whirlwind
count a hundred racks with my girlfriend
mixed and mastered with the homie, then we serve it
9/15, i came right back in thirty
f*ck who said a n*gga don’t be workin’
must be crazy, that’s for certain
hatin’, i’m not worried
waitin’ at the storage, i need sp*ce to park some more sh*t
yeah, the dirty rap game, that’s what paid for it
every bar, every metaphor, every bridge, every chorus
no co*sign, no ghostwriters, b*tch, i own it
no ghost drivers, that’s for baby mamas and lil’ homies
phantoms, cullinans, wraith, spectres, own it

[verse 2]
remote*control curtains, haters’ feelings hurtin’
rap like a turban in ‘lacs or suburbans
in traffic, they swervin’, relaxed in the whirlwind
hundred racks with my girlfriend
mixed and mastered with the homie, then we serve it
9/15, i came right back through this b*tch in like thirty
f*ck who said a n*gga don’t be workin’
must be crazy, that’s for certain
hatin’, i’m not worried
waitin’ at the storage, i need sp*ce to park some more sh*t
this dirty rap game paid for it
every bar, every metaphor, every bridge, every chorus
no co*sign, no ghostwriters, b*tch, i own it
no ghost drivers, that’s baby mamas and lil’ homies
[chorus]
yeah, can’t no n*gga
i think with a pen and pad, fade me
these n*ggas buy one gun and then they think they b.g.
these n*ggas sell an eight*ball and they think they jay*z
huh, i said can’t no n*gga
i think with a pen and pad, ever fade me
these n*ggas buy one gun and then they think they b.g.
these n*ggas sell one eight*ball and they think they jay*z
but that ain’t me, huh

[outro]
keep the e in it, chevys on switches
smokin’ weed in it, don’t post me in your pictures
you could keep a secret, then we could always kick it
rule number one, yeah, don’t talk ’bout me ’round that n*gga
reason is that sh*t gon’ have ’em all suspicious
we could be hittin’ switches down chef highway dippin’
loose lips sink ships and my ship is never sinkin’
f*ck was these n*ggas thinkin’?
f*ck around with me, then we—
we got our own motherf*ckin’ bell, i’ll do it myself
checkin’ in, this is your pilot
flight 1015 straight to the paper and away from a hater
we’ll be pushin’ back from the gate in a few moments
if you sit back
in a moment, we’ll have champagne*based beverages
french 75s, mimosas
we got grape kool*aid for the childrens, hi*c juice boxes

- curreny lyrics

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