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curreny - real estates lyrics

this is revenge
like when them russians
caught us all on with the red light
no bullets just pens
no machine guns
just machined up rims

yea
i let me fitted sit high
cause i am really on my
grind
fool

and as the game rotate
and my name grows bigger
how many b-tches want
not many b-tches want
i know you think your b-tches don’t
but i know what she did
last summer
scream for me when i touched her
chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutl-ss
fittin’ say f-ck it
call moose
and tell him cop it
give it to my brother
sticky trees i sit under
trying to stay cool
big city
lights hotter then a motherf-cka
(tools them)
so cal
wedesdays calcutta
socks up
stocks rising
keep catching spitta grinding
higher then my fitted riding
and if i showed you where i lived
you would think that i was hiding
can’t call it a neighborhood
i ain’t living by n-body
applying for statehood
make my footprint in geography
spreading my monopoly
and plus n-body i know
got killed in new orleans today
i got cash put away
and some more on the way

yea
oceans in the back
porsches in the front
this the life we want
n-gg- you only live it once
uh
i let my fitted sit high
cause i am really on my
grind
yea
i let my fitted sit high
cause i am really on my
grind
yea

[dom kennedy]
uh
cl-ss sh-t
you n-gg-s still cuffin’
if i wanted her back
n-gg- i’ll be still f-ckin’
and i see n-gg-s try and rap like us
watch the video
then try and act like us
we make this sh-t look easy
do a show out in brooklyn
when i just left the easy
with my n-gg- spit spitta
girls try and get us
tell her i’ll be coming back
you best be doing all them sit-ups
don’t take me to the airport crying girl
get up
she don’t want me to leave when i’m with her
i tell her i’m the n-gg- that she need
not a needy -ss n-gg-
the game don’t get any realer
i just want the red outside
black stripes like thriller
i’m in miami b-mpin’ trilla
i got dope on the low
but i’m not a dope dealer
the fans blocking like the steelers
i let my fitted sit high
cause i am really on my grind
kat williams flow
b-tch this pimpin’ all the time
you singing -ss rap n-gg-s
simpin’ all the time
f-cking up the game
n-gg-s f-cking up my name
you don’t want no money
just fame
they ask me how i’m doing
sh-t i really can’t complain
sippin’ champagne
and try and get everything i want
yelling oceans in the back
porsches in the front
uh, uh
i’m yelling oceans in the back
porsches in the front
yea, yea
oceans in the back
porsches in the front

let that ride out

oceans in the back
porsches in the front

oceans in the back
porsches in the..uh

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