a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

curren$y & fuse - know em lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
yep, yep, yep
yep, turn it up a little

[verse 1: curren$y]
know n+ggas that love to hustle, love to stunt
put it all on the line, could lose it all at once
know n+ggas ain’t from the hood, they just say that they is
know that they ain’t real n+ggas, they just really pretend
know n+ggas who wear bandanas, with fifty shot bananas
know n+ggas who take care of they whole like mc hammer
know n+ggas who know yo’ girl, who know yo’ codes
who f+cked up your world, i know who she told
know n+ggas who steal anything, who can get that for ya
who can get that to ya, and conceal the aroma
i know n+ggas on that corner, and you don’t know ‘em
so when you stop at that red light, you will want keep goin’
[chorus: curren$y]
know n+ggas who still on parole, on house arrest
wit time to the dope, pleading no contest
know n+ggas who serve the fire, who never go home
who make dirty money, wit’ taps on they phone
know n+ggas who still on parole, on house arrest
wit time to dope, pleading no contest
know n+ggas who serve the fire, who never go home
who make dirty money, wit taps on they phone

[verse 2: curren$y]
i know n+ggas who sit on in the porch, who don’t go to court
who gon’ do the race, til the day they get caught
know n+ggas who touch real paper, who keep it too playa
who throwin’ you extras, you don’t gotta weigh ‘em
i know b+tches who say sh+t, i know b+tches who shake it
i know b+tches who break n+ggas, and don’t even get naked

[chorus: curren$y]
know people who still on parole, on house arrest
wit time to the dope, pleading no contest
know n+ggas who serve the fire, who never go home
who make dirty money, wit’ taps on they phone
know people who still on parole, on house arrest
wit time to the dope, pleading no contest
[verse 3: t.y.]
know n+ggas who still in the trap, even though they pockets straight
know n+ggas who fightin’ cases, know n+ggas who drive these hoes crazy
know n+ggas who don’t claim they baby, and rather go buy some weight
this world cold as the north pole, and get colder every day
know n+ggas who waste they whole life, thinkin’ that they gin’ be the next
know n+ggad that love to flex, actin’ like they gettin‘ cheques
know n+ggas who told on they patnas, but they not wid us no mo’
know n+ggas who loved on a b+tch, then they got they heart broke
they can’t fade this, far from basic, put yo’ b+tch in the matrix
pistol pete wit’ the blammer, couple thousand for the [?]

- curreny fuse lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS