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curreny - modern day hippie lyrics

[verse 1: currensy]
my satelite trippin’, i watch tv at your girl house
my homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house
dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl’s couch
put a pillow over it
i was gone before she noticed it
just a glimpse into the daily happenings
of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin’ sh-t
in love with the rap hustle, i never turned my back on it
i run after money that’s why them b-tches run after me
whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery
hot spitta on any beat: that’s a fatality
vicious how you do it? i don’t know it just comes naturally
spitters spicoli, zig-zag
rollin’ with my cali homies
my patience for the middle man has run out
take me to the boss like the mike tyson code-own punch out
i’m really on my grind
you just lookin’ for a ride
like you standin’ on the side of the road with your dumb mouth

[hook x2: currensy]
spitta is chillin’
the planes in the buildin’
the b-tches like us cause they say we different
from all them other n-gg-s say they just not with it
smoke and make music, i’m a modern day hippie

[verse 2: currensy]
still on my new orleans sh-t, asthmatic
spitta keep a bag of dolium and some prolactin mist
i’m as vicious as it get
this is rap with rabies
i got a fetish for chevy’s created in the 80s
and you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking
that’s a 190e, just a old -ss mercedes
know a lot of n-gg-s hate me cause my pockets getting cakey
these f-ck boys can’t see the paper that the plane see
b-mping paper planes by m.i.a
i’m partying in m.i.a
my b-tches looking for me say i’m m.i.a
they trying to spy on me like the cia
call cheaters on me, i just say “homie”
then i cruise the other way

[hook x2]

- curreny lyrics

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