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CURREN$Y lyrics : "Real Estates"


This is revenge
Like when them Russians

Caught us all on with the red light
No bullets just pens
No machine guns

Just machined up rims

Yea

I let me fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind

Fool

And as the game rotate

And my name grows bigger
How many (*##$es want
Not many (*##$es want

I know you think your (*##$es don't
But I know what she did
Last summer

Scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass
Fittin' say $#&@ it

Call Moose
And tell him cop it
Give it to my brother

Sticky trees I sit under
Trying to stay cool
Big city

Lights hotter then a mother$#&@a
(tools them)
So Cal

Wedesdays Calcutta
Socks up
Stocks rising

Keep catching Spitta grinding
Higher then my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I lived

You would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood
I ain't living by nobody

Applying for statehood
Make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly

And plus nobody I know
Got killed in New Orleans today
I got cash put away

And some more on the way

Yea

Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
This the life we want

^!$$% you only live it once
Uh
I let my fitted sit high

Cause I am really on my
Grind
Yea

I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my
Grind

Yea

[Dom Kennedy]

Uh
Class %#@!
You ^!$$%s still cuffin'

If I wanted her back
^!$$% I'll be still $#&@in'
And I see ^!$$%s try and rap like us

Watch the video
Then try and act like us
We make this %#@! look easy

Do a show out in Brooklyn
When I just left the Easy
With my ^!$$% Spit Spitta
Girls try and get us
Tell her I'll be coming back

You best be doing all them sit-ups
Don't take me to the airport crying girl
Get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm with her
I tell her I'm the ^!$$% that she need

Not a needy $$# ^!$$%
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside
Black stripes like thriller
I'm in Miami bumpin' Trilla

I got dope on the low
But I'm not a dope dealer
The fans blocking like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind

Kat Williams flow
(*##$ this pimpin' all the time
You singing $$# rap ^!$$%s
Simpin' all the time
$#&@ing up the game
^!$$%s $#&@ing up my name

You don't want no money
Just fame
They ask me how I'm doing
%#@! I really can't complain
Sippin' champagne
And try and get everything I want
Yelling oceans in the back

Porsches in the front
Uh, uh
I'm yelling oceans in the back
Porsches in the front
Yea, yea
Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front


Let that ride out

Oceans in the back
Porsches in the front

Oceans in the back

Porsches in the..uh

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