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curren$y - nights like this lyrics

[intro]

[hook]
nights like this i wish
to ride low in the chevy hit a switch
in the city burning k!ller with a b-tch
mirror mirror on the wall call me the sh-t [x2]

[verse 1: curren$y]
i’m
creeping up on ya’ bending corners
that reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
but we keep it on us
n-ggas is no longer important
you had your moment
but we still smoking
season is open on duck -ss n-ggas who don’t know what the code is
if the g’s brung’ you up then you would have known this
now witness the coldest
now i’m rolling my own sh-t
ownership, owning this, owning that
park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
identified by what you drive
the streets don’t have a face but it has ears and eyes
and sharp muhf-king t–th it will eat your -ss alive
living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
this game is a b-tch the only one i love

[verse 2: rich boy]
yup, yup. i’m in a stupid clean chevy, whole top gl-ssed out
me & spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out
catch me on the next flight, high, living that jet life
my pockets got an appet-te that make the p-ssy pop tonight
loud pack bought a pound at the jet lounge
hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground
i’m in the city, burning k!lla with a b-tch
drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips
big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip
purple, what i pour sip, shake that -ss & make it flip
wasn’t for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels
she took it all off, everything except them heels
i got a pint & i’m bout to pop the seal off it
she like that action, i’mma p-ss around & let her toss it
now what you know about the cl-ssics with the motor in it?
454’s, superchargers with rubber spinning
pimp tight, dirty sprite, led headlights
the way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight
burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke
we taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast
mirror mirror on the wall, i’mma ball & i’mma score
i’mma get that dough & after that i’mma f-ck a ho
put me in the game, let me show you how to do this sh-t
diamonds gripping up against wheel when i hit the strip

[hook]

[verse 3: tiny c]
uh, oh gees n-ggas ain’t f-cking with my team
i made it past 25 so i’m a og
once i clear a million dollars i’m p-ss the blow the whole p
ridin’ brand new seats still covered in plastic
rims with the beat i call that a mix and master
closer too my dreams when they come to getting gwopale
bet that i throw it, you can hear me from a block away
4-12’s in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid
thinking should i four door it today or should i coupé it
new or old school it
the homies in the hood say i be fooling
three eighty three stroker on gangsters i be moving
posi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss
cause where i come from its survival of the fittest
long beach, east side all i move with is hittas

[hook]

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