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curren$y - the anti-club lyrics

[verse 1 – curren$y]
sober flow, i ain’t smokin five days
but i’mma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
yo joey, give me a light, so i can see where i’m goin
these n-ggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like n-ggas
i’m like “whyyy?”
figured i could go without an answer
like philadelphia 76ers without ive
spitta spittin, he from the city of k!llers
but don’t got a mean bone in his body
p-ssy–ss n-ggas keep on tryin to bring it out me
so i’mma have to call my guys in
that’s a bigger network than verizon, all of em kamikaze
homie you don’t believe me, you can try me
crash and burn, long as they take you with them
now it’s a completed mission
and i could give a f-ck about who on their television if it ain’t my team
give a f-ck how much you spendin if it ain’t my green
give a f-ck about you b-tchin, you treated like a queen
y’all n-ggas is obscene
night life, new orleans is my scene
even if i’m not seen, motherf-cka
spitta, i write a rhyme
and that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it’s my life
you n-ggas is livin lives, santa claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
hearin that sh-t that you droppin, but it was not that nice
both hands is broken, you can’t write, better hire a ghost
spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
chemical flow, i turn crack back to c0ke
melly, yo, give me a light
who’s givin them n-ggas fashion advice?
these n-ggas dressin like b-tches, these b-tches dressin like n-ggas
don’t know the homie a homie or he a dyk-
look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
but the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
that’s how i’m a chase this mill
don’t like paper so i won’t take that deal
spitta n-gga, i write a rhyme

[verse 2 – trademark the skydiver]
the plane is in motion
fly fs-1 is approachin
movin in the speed of jet proportion
top gun’s la costra nostra, we so focused, n-gga
testarossas, new roadsters
house on the beach, wake up see the ocean
kush keep me chokin, trade for the roaches
(?) with a cars, sultan of the fortress
sky dive, i glide over the surface
fly by in the sky, quicker than silver surfer
only land when lambs is being purchased
a cayenne man, you tell from the porsches
sw-ng is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses
whip game torture, pimp game awesome
i ain’t jumped from the porch, i kick-flipped of it
ollied over coffins, manual through corpses
tried to get a portion and turn rations into fortunes
chalked up losses, sway from the vultures
hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources
hit the mall up, don’t give a f-ck what it’s costin
i’m good in any hood (?)
i’m in the east, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me

- curreny lyrics

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