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curren$y, freddie gibbs & the alchemist - new thangs lyrics

[intro: doc-mentary & curren$y]
the white girl is donna, another prost-tute
in five years she has had five pimps
she now operates without one
i’m makin’ good around love affair, and i done
employ ’em for love affair
that’s what they love, like
everybody wants love (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
and a pimp isn’t going to go like that
as soon as another younger, cuter girl comes along that can make more money
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da)
i’m going after her
i can’t stand
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: curren$y]
uh, white and yellow airmax as i step out my lac
plus i smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
my partners always strapped, i don’t be on all that
they be wherever i’m at because they know how y’all act
i pulled up in a what’s this, i came out in a what’s that
a little switch up move and that’s a stunt double pack
they talk but never attack, i walk with god i’m relaxed
i got a rollie collection, you duckin’ bill collectors
(gone take you to that next level)
you n-ggas always stressin’
i’m in a suite in a westin in a notebook sketchin’
new designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak ’em
yeah

[interlude: curren$y]
dada-da, dada-da, dada
dada-da, dada-da, dada
dada-da, dada-da, dada

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
yeah, yeah
rockin’ virgil airmax, off-white cook crack
i got the razor blade and clippers you get your sh-t pushed back
i turned some sh-t into sugarcane a n-gga couldn’t look back
i can’t evade these gangsta ways, i guess the hood did that
one pair of shoes now i got everything to lose
virginia street blues
your credit score f-cked up in the set, ain’t paid your street dues
p-ssy -ss n-gga
runnin’ around with a motherf-ckin’ pack like you ain’t
like you did that sh-t before the kane n-gga, kane train b-tch
you n-ggas always stressin’, i’m at a suite at the westin
f-cked at the waldorf astoria with alicia and gloria
i promise every b-tch i f-cked in 2018 was a foreigner
dead homies in my wall, i zip ’em up like the coroner
and you can p-ssport stamp it, usain or black maybach it
but i still twist up in that chevy or that lac god d-mn it
and you can p-ssport stamp it, usain or black maybach it
but i still twist up in that chevy or that lac god d-mn it
it’s gangsta kane

- curreny freddie gibbs the alchemist lyrics

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