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CURREN$Y FT. DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "Fast Cars Faster Women"

mainly i been thinking 'bout gt
crawling south beach in the middle of the street now
all things trippin' i'll accept the penitence when i gett 'em

if the papers weren't so thick i'd probably roll them join in the middle
fool, ain't no spillage so i plan to go and get it
we all like the gangs, i just got mad a lil bit quicker


a glimpse into this jet living
as fast cars, faster women

i woulda been mega pimpin'
i ain't had the time to put in it
though i still make official, man it's distrising the whistle

there's no gang deliver direct tv, sunday tickets
suckers can't be down so they just be mad with us
we don't drink or smoke our heads with those $$# kissers

you gotta be your own man for whatever call you listen
they gon' have to call me billionaire
jet this %#@!


they scared of my hu?tle, they still love me
black shelter moment running

you can't come in here folk some money
keeping numbers doubling,
if it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing


scared of my hustle, (*##$ still love me
black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me,

yeah folks
sell money, keeping numbers doubling
if it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing


i begin my day off with a half
now collecting all the cash

bust you in your damn now
million pows of agitation
show me all your registration

bill ^!$$%s i'll be impatient
clutching no hesitation
i rose up, i shake the crowd with my presence

(*##$es ?cream my name, you tell your ^!$$% yeah i said it
run and tell the message, mother$#&@ers keep up gossip
you see more money, more power

you tell me how you ^!$$% sorry
the second they call it, i stay on it, never fall in love
still a woss, yeah you sink if your heart is stole

you played the cards, point seen, money lost,
taken off in a jet like till you quit the ca in the next life
see your forever paid, roll the gazelle shades

i got it made, cloud smoke you know my ^!$$% day

so that's the model that i live by

primal seeking all that emo in the eve wine

scared of my hustle, (*##$ still love me

black chevy motor running you can hand cuff me,
yeah folks
sell money, keeping numbers doubling

if it ain't about the mouse, then it ain't about nothing

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