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curren$y - white diamonds black moon lyrics

[intro]
i pull up on b-tches there ain’t much to talk about
she riding with her man she make an excuse to get out
i got money on the line like right now
make a move, come by you and i get wiped down

[verse 1]
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f-ck a fake n-gga she know i’m the truth yeah
she wanna selfie in my rolls royce roof yeah
and when she met me said she heard i was cool yeah
heard i got the real deal and that’s the truth yeah
we was smoking on the porch just minding out business
getting the low riders ready for the homie, pinned it
i heard the young boys running fast hopping fences
i heard police sirens hope the cops don’t k!ll him
cause they be tripping for real
every n-gga picture themselves smoked behind the wheel
got us mentally ill, post traumatic stress disorder
from seeing too many men k!lled on phone recordings
but i just try to avoid them
and ask the lord not to bring me towards them
when i’m in that ferrari fast-forwardin’
i brung this one piece with me, she be going in
her man calling her phone alarmed but she be ignoring him
he sent a text like this
i know who you’re with
you an embarr-ssment ho you know you make me sick
i tell a sucker -ss n-gga if you can’t game her
hand that wild cat over to a line tag
f-ck a ho b-tch focus on that loot yeah
no squares in the circle family and my loot yeah
i heard they shooting at your coupe boy what’d you do yeah
i can’t pull you out that fire we ain’t that cool

- curreny lyrics

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