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currensy – for seasons lyrics

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[verse 1: curren$y]
higher than ever, gray leather
head rest, 2 letters, double s’s
i love them chevys to death
these n-gg-s fakin’ they ready for gettin’ they lines
on set
i don’t know how to play they role, they more inclined
to play themselves
i just live amongst them trees
bakin’ goodies, keebler elves
smokin’ with them b-tches got em’ focused in the
kitchen
pots whippin i’m chillin’
my and my n-gg-‘ grub like kings and then we dippin’
interstate, lane changer, rover rangin’ 96
lighters flickin’ like them blinkers
a motivated stoner mind blown but i be thinking
matchin’ benzes in ten days kid, live to talk about it
like a did

[hook: x2]
we just worryin’ bout the money them b-tches gon’ come
we just worryin’ bout the money them b-tches gon’ come
we just worryin’ bout the money them b-tches gon’ come
n-gg- pay that up front like the ferrari trunk

[verse 2: king chip]
yeah my n-gg- we in this b-tch
smokin’ strong that’s the long
got some sh-t that get you gone
ysl, dior homme
i’m a do this whole verse without no punch lines
king chip really livin’ f-ck the one time
spitta hit me up when i was in vegas, like you need
some weed?
i say h-ll yeah must have read my mind, where it be
twelve thousand dollar outfit in that tech g
i don’t owe n-body sh-t, king chip debt free
matter fact, couple cleveland killers owe me
i can tell ’em keep it, have ’em run up on you no p
locked inside my head, h-lla weed, h-lla deckhouse
me and spitta smoke too much to not have dread locks
stalking haters on my twitter, sniping ’em with
headshots
b-tch -ss eighth grader, f-cking hater dead now
d-mn that n-gg- chip is crazy, maybe it’s the weed,
spitta
e’rybody know that ain’t n-body cold as these n-gg-s

[hook x2]