Curren$y (Currensy)

Curren$y (Currensy) - Skybourne songtekst

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(feat. Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA)




[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Box Chevy, No Tint

Floatin inside... aquarium

Yeah that's him,

Compository sketches is all

They can't catch us... Jet Setta's

I jointed the mile high club somewhere over texas

Plotted my climb since the homie played the black lexus

I told em put it all on spitta

Guaranteed winner, then a go getta

Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it

Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's

Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash

Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that high grade

Talkin bout how a nigga smoke n maintain

That's word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree

Fly tell that you ain't heard that from me



[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.R.T.]

True vision and the impeccable timing

Shine so the blinded don't look twice

My Fresh don't it look nice

Yo DNA ain't the same pimp so naw you don't look right

Fuck it, I fast forward past yours...

You wanted something to look up to so ask for it

Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin to loose

I BB a king so let me sing you the blues

Let me lay down the rules,

Get money by all means,

Survive at all costs put god 'bove all things

I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts

Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk

Always above the rim like what do you ball for?

If you ain't spending money then what did u call for

I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all spoke

The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke



[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]

Came through to conquer

We killin this since contra

No sponser and I'm smokin on a mini launcher

8 grams nigga fuck with me

Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me

I don't blow reggie bush, neva would

This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good

With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers

Definers, drop gems so timeless

Burn like a CD, get topped like ZZ

Flow like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat

Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars

And them bloggers like oh my gawd...

Smokee robinson, earl james, and george kush

Round table eatin pasta like mobsta's

Make a killin off sour D

They lied money really do grow off trees... yes
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