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curreny - sail on lyrics

[verse 1: young chris]
(chyeah, yeah, uh-huh)
gunna! (sail on!)
sh-t was all good while it lasted
but i can’t keep on? flowing?
as long as the fiends keep on itchin’
n-gg-, the grams keep on sellin’
(that’s right!)
bottom of the roost
from the heart of north philly
to the top of hollywood
model b-tches, cali-good
i got something that they need
that they want
i’m the supplier, shorty
low numbers on them pretty b-tches
and it’s fire!
ghetto be my prior
i be the one that they admire
home of the flier
i gotta become a retire
it’s a rap!
i got it from here
yes i solemnly swear
this is a global introduction, a hottest premiere
been the fuzziest year
staring out of my rear
f-ck the p-ssy police!
we got shotties to air
never dead body, a pair
paid a p-ss-es a visit
never mind being tense
never f-ck a statistic
never disappearance, and n-body know why he did it
it’s just the code of this sh-t
and we live it
curren$y kick it
(uh kick it)

[verse 2: curren$y]
yeah!
one of the masters of the drug flow
anti-club dress code
i just ignore those
narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
bankin’ on the outside of the box like a barcode. (sail on!)
like a seven-foot sinna
spitta don’t gotta cross ova
i just stay in the lane
show off dunks and hang
from my goals obtained
planes boarded
so i was already soarin’
you smell it in my clothes
mixed with cologne by ralph lauren
spitta missin’
you lookin’ for him?
take a number n-gg-
never home
gotta call me on the yacht
floatin’ out
bottles poppin’ before i left the dock
who is that?
in the vinny jack?
b-mpin’ super cat?
xj 12
soft top, retractable sh-ll
parking near the boat launch in paris
spending french bread
n-gg- croissants
i got a flow that you can sail on
yeah!

[hook: {curren$y}]
sail on, julia! (yea, yep. they look up to jets n-gg-, now what they doin?)
without the fears of ghosts. (wondering if they-)
sail on, julia! (crookin’ their necks and they lookin’ up to the jets.)
without the fears of ghosts. (from the mansion to the yacht deck.)

[verse 3: curren$y]
(uh)
spitta is chillin’
jeans, paper, denim
milk and oreos with the double stuffed filling
on the internet
ordering another engine
for the lavender chevy
with the suede gray innards
seen n-gg-s go insane trying to get it
the thought process of a first place winna
jets n-gg-!
we enter the dragon, got
bruce lee in the go-yard
my lethal kicks cause damage
vaca. puff sour diesel in the hammy
they hated on it
said that it could never happen
i waited on em
as my plan was bein mastered
have patience cause the best is the last laughin’
slashing, dancing, through my defenders
no look p-ssin’
b-tches in the rapture love my rappin’ with a p-ssion
and i’m
new orleans fliest
do rewind this
the jets get the highest
(uh)

[hook:]
sail on, julia!
without the fears of ghosts
sail on, julia!
without the fears of ghosts

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