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curren$y - rockin' lyrics

rockin’

[intro: curren$y]
hot spitta n-gg-
fly n-gg-
young money cash money
yah
shout out to my n-gg- cannon
i’m smokey robinson right now

[verse 1: curren$y]
don’t knock it ‘cause you can’t stop it
your woman done jumped out her pocket
looking at my rings and my watch
she so off the chain somebody call the locksmith
if that’s your girl you better get her man
before i leave out this motherf-cker man
one minute y’all was kissing taking pictures man
now she forgot that she was even with you man
d-mn
y’all was a cute couple
just because i hit that don’t mean that she don’t love you
hate to bring trouble to your world
hot spitta n-gg- just duffle bagged you girl
i didn’t even try
cause she was in the club f-cking me with her eyes
and now she in the spot f-cking me and my guys
she ain’t gon’ stop ‘til me and my n-gg-s tired

[hook: curren$y]
i walk by and she be watching
digging how my music knocking
your girl feel how a n-gg- be rocking
yup she feel how a n-gg- be rocking
when i’m walking she be locing
wishing that a n-gg- was off in that pussy
your girl feel how a n-gg- be rocking
yup she feel how a n-gg- be rocking

[verse 2: mack maine]
mack
maine
look
yeah
boo snatcher, happy home breaker-upper
homeboy i make life tougher
for simps and fake pimps and hand-cuffers
type of n-gg-s that smash once and say they love her
ha ha
i laugh at ya’ll
go ahead and wife the freak i ain’t mad at ya’ll
shit
i have your b-tch missing for two days
on an island with a foreign chick going two ways
no service on the cell phones or two ways
now you starting a fiasco like lupe
ha
she say she never (?) this, she say she never tried
but now i got the b-tch on heads like toupees
wake up in the morning and i’m her toothpaste
young hooky homeboy, that’s what your boo say
but not ‘cause i cut cl-ss
ain’t it ‘cause i cut -ss
while you cut gr-ss
ha
you making love, she like to f-ck fast
ha
that’s why she cheating on your duck -ss
quack quack
but she probably p-ss back through the crib homeboy
just to pack
211 to love, now your b-tch jacked
young money baby we get down like that
chyah
the fat lady sung n-gg- now its over
fake tenderoni, kinda fake casanova
chya
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
oh casanova
come on man bring the hook in

[outro: curren$y]
yup
don’t get mad
i got one h-ll of a swag
blame that on my mom and dad
yup
young money cash money
fly society
tell them pussy n-gg-s don’t bother me
you know

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