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CURREN$Y lyrics : "blood, sweat & gears"

Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters



Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims

$#&@ you said I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year

Blood sweat and gears
Life in between the racing stripes
We break day and night

Alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for her #~!!@ boy
This trill jet %#@!, just enjoy

That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I requested

Reinforce the frame with that Jive ^!$$% repellin my new plane
Maintain the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk

I'll buy you a little something
Light the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough

Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump

You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo (*##$ stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping



Rolling trees can do something for you
No matter what you be goin through

Execution flow




Ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican

My life feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's standing in
I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking

Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me your mouth again

Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
Life is like free throws
Some things ya gone miss

Some things ya make
Don't rush, don't wait
I call pape time travel machine

It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush not cess

Why cry I'm blessed
Aw lend me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house

Jets smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international jones

And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl
All bars are final

Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
International jones
Curren$y the spitta

Alchemist my ^!$$%
Tell them ladies go figure

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