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curren$y - insane lyrics

(intro: curren$y)
live the life a nigga die for
wish ya wife would be my side ho
never seen a nigga fly where
take a ride inside a 64
hop out ask him what his info
he ain’t tell ya but his b-tch know
getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo’
sent ya b-tch to the corner store
bag of chips and a 40 row
they ain’t mine but the chips is
go give the beer to my big bro

(verse 1: mr. marcelo)
house full of b-tches, weed in the kitchen
hell yea nigga we living
and all these b-tches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain’t pitching
a real og in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
i always have been a standup guy so it ain’t no backing down
i used to make (?), now i make (?)
hustle all night, pray all day i’ll sleep when i’m 6 feet deep
pops used to sip ol’ e, moms sip henn on the rocks
and i did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like ox
i used to have dreams like ml king, then i start acting like malcolm x
i always did have a lot of money, i always did get a lot of respect
debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
shit to real to be standing still so og’s be chasing bags

(chorus: curren$y)
all them b-tches insane, all them b-tches insane
all my whips is insane, yea, yea
all them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
all them b-tches the same, all them b-tches the same
all my whips is the same, diamonds all in my chain
all them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
them b-tches just after my fame

(verse 2: t.y.)
look, i told that b-tch, don’t be catching feelings and shit
right after i hit, i’m mashing off in that new benz
motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
when we steerin the bent, ain’t gon k!ll you with a ratchet
but with the way i live, yea
she gon shake that for some tips
but i’m not gon give a shit
i’m gon spend that on some rims
stomp a nigga in some timbs
just because they want pretend
like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
wake up and i grind for breakfast
i stunt so hard that i can not help it
yea that jet life i’m gon rep it
all these b-tches the same, i just gotta accept it
don’t slam my door when you ride with me ho
yea, you cross the line and i come for your throat

(chorus: curren$y)
all them b-tches insane, all them b-tches the same
all my whips is insane, yea, yea
all them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
all them b-tches the same, all them b-tches the same
all my whips is the same, diamonds all in my chain
all them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
them b-tches just after my fame

- curreny lyrics

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