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driver’s ed - valee, harry fraud & curren$y lyrics

[verse 1: valee]
i’m finna take her shopping, told her, “prep for it”
my lean was seven*forty*seven, i coulda boarded boeing
these gucci frames darker than a b*tch, i’m scared to step forward
she got chanel uggs, them b*tches real fur
i switched up my interior, it felt borin’
i push*b*tton start it, how you get it goin’?
i pulled up in the ’cat, stand for, you’re late
i pulled up in h*llcat, them b*tches u*r*l
my t*shirt from italy, it’s tan like the eiffel
i got procharger whining, singing like miguel
i got hundreds overlapping, еnvelope, no mail
i buy louis v and bud light, costco sell
my pockеts filled up with ya favorite kinda cake
i upgraded my brembo, it’s ya favorite kinda brake
i pull up in the arizona, i’m talkin’ ’bout the state
i pour up in the arizona, but not the arnold palmer
i got four cellphones, and for that money, they gon’ vibrate
she in ’sace head to feet, she on a vibrant date
i got ac on that old school, keep it on moderate
when i’m in the store, b*tch, i don’t even mind the rate
i don’t be tryna wait

[verse 2: curren$y]
tried to allow the valet to park it, they ain’t know how to start it
was once a starving artist, now my mama ballin’
i get on beats and go to walkin’, dog, i go to joggin’
one take, i do it often, i be goin’ off in here
z*r*1, a thousand horses, i can’t wait to launch it
i can’t wait to stomp the gas pedal to the carpet
from my phone, i turn the air conditioning on in my garages
who really the bosses, who really just targets?
who rest bought ferraris, who really just be talkin’?
all*white air forces, i got a eye for rare porsches
i’m highed up in my fortress, light provided by torches
i can tell y’all n*ggas don’t want it
[outro: valee]
i’m finna take her shopping, told her, “prep for it”
my lean was seven*forty*seven, coulda boarded boeing
these gucci frames darker than a b*tch, i’m scared to step forward
she got chanel uggs, them b*tches real fur
i switched up my interior, it felt borin’
i push*b*tton start it, how you get it goin’?
i pulled up in the ‘cat, stand for, you’re late
when i’m in the store, b*tch, i don’t even mind the rate
i don’t be tryna wait

- valee harry fraud curreny lyrics

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