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currensy - chilled coughphee lyrics

[devin the dude:]
i’m puffin
i never get enough in
i never cook c-ke up on the stovetop
but i’m stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a sl-t no doubt
but it’s trapped inside a rubber
should i flush that hoe out?
to use again? well it depends do i have another one
i cuss for fun
too cool to have to buss a gun
i don’t have to duck and run
i could f-ck a b-m up quick
but that’s some tenth grade sh-t
and it’s all about chillin smilin laughin
so you know i’m willin hollin and i’m grabbin
at a freak before i leave best believe i’m weeded
you rollin that billie jean b-tch beat it
and you see that we the n-gg-z who smoke the most
n-gg-z propose a toast from coast to coast
but it don’t even matter whose the highest
cause if it ain’t dope
their ain’t no hope
they ain’t gone buy it
[curren$y:]
yeeeaaa
quarter tank of gas in my seven one double s
quarter bag mostly shake but this ol have to due i guess
gps loaded with the coordinates
of this b-tch crib to receive love and nourishment
in the form of joints rolled, drinks pourred
her in nothing but a robe, playin her roll
i saw the mack when i was only 11 years old
and i swore to never be a simp for a hoe
approach the closed do’
it crack open before my eyes
shorty with a doubie of her own i am not surprised
cause i don’t kick it on the low
with no b-tches that don’t get high
serve me a to go plate and ask if i want her to drive
cause i got far too much on my mind
industrial size gears i’m caught in a grind
at your grandma’s house
plastic cover the couch
before i sit down
she question me for smellin like a pound

- currensy lyrics

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