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curren$y - the seventies lyrics

[verse 1: curren$y]
yeah, right back like i left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
pay attention to ’em, show you how a pro do it
to the edge i push it, clearing over the ledge
long way from down there so don’t look if you’re scared
on the quest for the bread, like i’m trying to build a sandwich
tall enough to put me next to the moon if i was to stand on it
that’s all, you n-ggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve
reinforced frame, now spitta too strong
sucka n-ggas ain’t built to last that long
they out of ammunition making whack -ss songs
rap ain’t wrong, it’s just f-cked up, not like that forever though
because you got us, good weed, bad b-tches among us
try not to let this bullsh-t become us
we the jets, my n-gga only god is above us

[hook: curren$y]
crusin’ in my ‘lac with a diamond in the back
bad b-tch in the p-ssenger seat she twistin’ up a sack
i know this ain’t the seventies, i’m feeling like the mac
goldie, you can’t hold me from collecting these stacks

full steam ahead, no time for looking back
while i was off you n-ggas was getting fat
it’s my time boss i need parts of all that
if i ain’t on my grind then what you call that

[verse 2: curren$y]
heavens to betsy somebody catch me, i’m fallin’
hopefully i land on both jordan’s
get right back to the sky with another bong rip
another broken celly maybe i should buy a phone clip
stop it, i would never rock it
like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
you already know what’s in them louie pouches
it’s prescribed so i ride with at least a couple ounces
never seen lions pouncin’ on their prey
real sh-t, that’s how i approached the beat today
these, n-ggas is slippin’, b-tterfingers going to the bar
don’t leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
or you’ll be filing a missing person report for her
picture on a milk carton at the krogers
winn-dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
if i didn’t think i would lose my account i would of u streamed her

[hook: curren$y]
crusin’ in my ‘lac with a diamond in the back
bad b-tch in the p-ssenger seat she twitstin’ up a sack
i know this ain’t the seventies, i’m feeling like the mac
goldie, you can’t hold me from collecting these stacks

full steam ahead, no time for looking back
while i was off you n-ggas was getting fat
it’s my time boss i need parts of all that
if i ain’t on my grind then what you call that

- curreny lyrics

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