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currensy – armoire lyrics

for cuban linx
yellow gold, january cold, my mink
i’m from the the school of old, check out my ring
i won a super bowl of hash,i saw the mona lisa blink
not falling off my -ss
cause i lean like the tower of pisa on stained gl-ss
at the church, funeral services for this beat
n-gg-s tryna steal my style, i can hear ’em in my sleep
like young thieves outside tryna break in your z
28 or your double s, they hit your trans-am
for your big nose hood and you know them fools man
and i swear that ain’t no good, but i’m not surprised
cause it’s all fair in the game
of f-cking these b-tches due to your street fame
this sh-t’s wicked, deserves a doc-mentary
deadstocks on my feet, i’m walking ancient history
n-gg-s is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
ain’t nothing but that jet life

i’m talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
a house made of money, feel what i’m building
(cause this rap sh-t just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(cause this rap sh-t just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
i’m talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
constant reminders of what the f-ck we grind for
(cause this rap sh-t just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(cause this rap sh-t just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

still at it, jet set mathematics
i’m, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
all levels completed, b-tch i’m all-madden
smoking out the e-cl-ss wagon
it’s just that “to the airport” action, i am more mr. 2 door
still running triple o game on my new hoes
more than one time was i told that i was too cold
gucci mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
when my driver bring yo b-tches home, ask her how that caddy roll
you can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
money and smoke, that’s all i know

- currensy lyrics

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