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curren$y & g style - just came home lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: curren$y]
they like “spitta, where you get that?”
i got it from the homie off a block where you might get k!lled at
real raps, trill fact
money stacked, convertible top peeled back
twisting up a joint so i can go to the store
halfway up the block, turned back ’cause i forgot my phone
in the zone, cloud 9 that i’m always on
and that bass got my ears ringing
i move on and i don’t talk about it
hundred dollar bills filling up my pockets ’cause i didn’t stop it
i’d advise motherf+ckers not to try it
because these n+ggas i be with is on [?]
my homie just came home [?] on fire
said he finna make a millie, he gon’ die tryin’
told me he ain’t showing love to no outsiders
we in the building smoking k!ller with the jet lifers

[chorus: curren$y]
my n+gga just came home [?] on fire
said he finna make a millie, he gon’ die tryin’
that’s the game, they gon’ live or die by it
there’s some rules to this sh+t you must abide by
my n+gga just came home [?] on fire
said he finna make a millie, he gon’ die tryin’
that’s the game, they gon’ live or die by it
there’s some rules to this sh+t you must abide by, yep
[verse 2: g style]
fresh off the plane, back to the business
was just on [?] politicking
couple days out already back to the chicken
all that internet talk fastest way to become a victim
real rap, hashtag big facts
big m’s on the way and i tote a big strap
keep it g always so you know that i’m gucci’d down
rodeo for the drip, st. lauren and louie now
they like “how?” [?] i walk around
out on parole, don’t play around, i walk you down
’bout to blow out a house ’cause i need that hundred thou
real estate in different states, i can show you how
to get a hundred a week, n+gga the game’s sweet
i’ma make sure the gang eat
whole set in this b+tch, n+gga we gang deep
facing all day and i ain’t speak

- curreny g style lyrics

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