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curren$y - eyes closed (remix) lyrics

[intro: curren$y]

[verse 1: curren$y]
yeah, got a pound in the fridge, pour champagne on your b+tch
got a house on the hill for my wife and my kid
i get high all day in la
my n+gga twin, that’s my cousin
yeah i love him, that’s my brother, f+ck it
[?] stuntin’ we was creeping n+gga
had ten batteries in that lincoln, won’t see my n+gga
that’s low rider sh+t, you know about it b+tch
you just come around sh+t, this really my life’s sick
i’m back in new orleans and i’m balling, got a cone lit
my dog ant from the six got a plan we get more rich
you don’t understand, it’s the man standing right here
hundred grand on my left hand, diamonds in my band
andretti on the court game, ice cold
dunk from the free throw, shattered the backboard
a 42 inch sunroof in my 64
close that motherf+cker, hotbox while we roll

[chorus: curren$y]
andretti on the court game, ice cold
now watch me roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
too much money to fold, still gettin’ more
now watch me roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
i’m ’bout to roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
said i could roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
andretti on the court game, ice cold
[verse 2: t.y.]
look, should have my own restaurant the way i work the stove
take you to the headquarters, let you pick your own
them petty [?] ass n+ggas ain’t gettin’ money
i pull up in something [?] sounding like some thunder
oh you ain’t know it, let me be the one to tell you ’bout it
they steal our style but we always find a around it
to let ’em know who run this sh+t and who really poppin’
i can’t trip on one b+tch ’cause i got plenty options
the dope boy era, yeah i live my life around it
white ash from my weed ’cause i smoke the bombest
she gon’ get freaky in this 96 impala
spitta let me drive the [?] while he push [?]

[verse 3: curren$y]
ferraris on the road, more ferraris at home
it’s like attack of the clones, seven spiders in a row
n+gga all i do is smoke and think about bank
watching scarface or shark tank, that’s a boss thing
got my attention negative commenting
b+tch ass n+ggas’ opinions ain’t gon’ get me them millions
we pull up on them n+ggas
we pull off with their b+tches
you reporting ’em missing but boy you know what the deal is
[chorus: curren$y]
andretti on the court game, ice cold
now watch me roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
too much paper to fold, still gettin’ more
now watch me roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
i’m ’bout to roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed
said i could roll this motherf+cker with my eyes closed

[verse 4: curren$y]
she on the phone talking ’bout she tryna f+ck and smoke
she ’bout to ride this motherf+cker with her eyes closed
it’s 3 am, she calling to pull up and smoke
she tryna f+ck, i’m playin’ it off like i don’t know
i rolled four, lit one up when she come through the door
she peepin’ everything, chandelier, marble floor
i passed that and told her keep it, i got h+lla reefer
ass fat, let me see it, don’t be playin’ either
surround sound bumpin’ loud, got her workin’ out
this ain’t a strip club, this my studio house
lil’ mama, i could bring you round if you really down
bring you to my real crib in a lil’ while
i got a boss b+tch countin’ in there right now
she could show you how, she could put you down
can’t f+ck with them clowns, can’t f+ck around
i never said i run the city, but i hold it down

- curreny lyrics

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