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curren$y - dead presidentalz lyrics

(verse 1: curren$y)
figured it’s time that i step back from the game
and peep it from a coach’s point of view
so i can see how n-ggas went wrong and how the players was grown
and i can do it how a pro supposed to do
no mistakes allowed, you get caskets for that sh-t
the line of scrimmage is wicked
n-ggas is blitzing, you could get sacked quick
drop back like a all star qb
or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats
you n-ggas don’t comb the pages of the dupont registry
looking for vehicles and accessories
like i do, and every representor of my crew
i get love from cuz and the piru
slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant
turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce i want
scratch off quickly to a main street, intentions to make cheese
let the windows down and let the purp’ scent clear out
the police is peeping me and they don’t think that i can see
i know they gon’ pull me over and make me get out
but i’m on to ’em
spray the chronic-k!ller and talk calm to ’em
“good day officer, what’s the problem?
you looking for answers? i don’t got none”
i’m from new orleans and new orleans don’t raise no rats
you know the consequences of your acts, i’m getting money n-gga

(lil wayne talking)
ha ha, i know thats right
h-llo world, yeah, yeah
uh huh, music 2 fly 2 comin soon y’all

(verse 2: lil wayne)
you can see me on the, eastside of new orleans with a red b-tch
f-ck the world make it walk with a leg twitch
flow r-t-rded, i’m on some special ed sh-t
the magnificent twist it like a dread b-tch
and i can get up in the car and drive
and if the record ain’t a smash, i can still survive
yeah, money ain’t a thing but everything to me
sh-t, i gotta make them c-notes sing to me
yeah, higher than all of the angels be
and, no i never choke but i strangle beats
and, i am just a player in this game we beat
so go blame the referee, don’t complain to me
and i used to have a cutl-ss on stainless feet
p-ssin’ all day up latoya’s street
back when scarface used to sing to me
had me feeling like a g was the thing to be
back when i was pedaling my ten-speed bike
who knew i’d be pedaling the six-speed white
big dog through the yard where the little dogs bite
so if you are female dog, you don’t fight
b-tch -ss n-gga, i ain’t got no master
rich -ss n-gga, i got all my masters
b-tch -ss n-gga, i ain’t got no master
rich -ss n-gga…

- curreny lyrics

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