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so suducive
No this not what you used too
This that drink up in 2 cups
This that stink up in 2 blunts
This is cocaine
Take these few lines and take

the boss, you know I'm the man
I wake up, I feel that like erryday
Living life fast, flipping that cash
Yeah we be on that shit erryday
Curren$y
(yeah, yeah,

flowers while I'm counting up my dollars

Curren$y
(Yeah, yeah, Eastside, Jet Life)
Orange hag carpet in my seventies style apartment
I stay on some fly art

taking ecstasy
Hugh Hefner, know the secrets
Hip-hop keep 'em under the rug
I'm thinking under the mat
Trapped in the closet mF DOOM
Without being fed by

wavy like the current be
I'm currently cranking Curren$y
Tryna strike a deal
So currently counting currency, not quitting till I touch a hundred mil

Meeh
Ahem
I'm the hottest rhyme giver, hottest rap Spitta
The Curren$y is weed like a certified stoner
You always get fucked like Mia Khalifa
I go

Pay attention, biatch (uh-huh)
Shouts out, Young Stephy the assistant (yeah)
Scotty the engineer, what up?
All my niggas throwin' it up on them

Pay attention, biatch (uh-huh)
Shouts out, Young Stephy the assistant (yeah)
Scotty the engineer, what up?
All my niggas throwin' it up on them

I remember like it was yesterday
3 rappers to a mic our written’s was like our resumes
If you rapping around some featherweights what you expect
Tell

Stashing for my (insert)?
They balling when they old enough

[Curren$y]
Yeah, jets nigga
As if I had to say it, spitta
In the middle of every bad Bitches

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

friend, I brought Curren$y, he brought the reefer
What up Spitta? We buzzing like a transmitter
These niggas bitter, slipping like a transmission
I'm Brita,

y'all too hopeful
I got a notebook full of more bars than Bourbon Street
Word to Curren$y, peep the urgency
Logic bringin' boom bap back, this shit is

[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeaaahhh bitch
The Jets and the Taylor gang
Champagne, paper planes
You already know what it is man
Young Khalifa, my nigga spitta
Yeah

at what you missed
24's on the ride and ice on the wrist
I wanna take you out the hood and let you live like Nick Jassiter??
Roll with this thug but you

All The Shine

Childish Gambino

Camp

2011

What the fuck do y'all niggas really want?
I went with realness instead
But all the real niggas I know either crazy or dead
Yeah, I dropped

you'll find me anywhere that paper go
ohhh ohhhh

curren$y:

bone ribs
double lessons
what the flow shifts
windows 20,20 clear
beat these 20 on the rear

know to hurry
up and pass. Fuck a dime son,
let's cop a quarter pound,
what the fuck is you gonna put down. Nigga I got five.

[Chorus]

[Curren$y:]
How

questions like who i wrote.
another lane. aint into that same folklore.
aint tryna kill w| you lames. thats what i smoke for.big blunt flickin'. 
million

state to state fool
What chu know bout it?
Matter Fact
If you on a highway right now,
and a bitch owe you money
I need you to turn this shit up,
roll you

I been searching for something but don't know what's been missin'
I been rappin' and makin music, just chillin
Bring the vibes back and you know

the world, all over the world
(Germany to Italy, North South Pole,
anywhere in between, anything for the green)

[Curren$y]:
Spitta, spend gettin on beat
red

I got, what you need
I got, what you need
I got, what you need
I got, what you need
Christo, you crazy
I got all the wax, I got all the weed
I got

destruction. I fell in love, not with a cop. What is it they say, spontaneous combustion? You are my time, my time is my watch. Well, fuck she comin' over,