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donyay – black currency lyrics

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i come from the streets, where if you buy 5
we front you a key, tell you to sell it a 100 a g
tell you custies, ain’t nothing for free
ain’t nothing to beef, we clutching the heat

the block is a 100 degrees, leave his brothren diseased
he would of done it to me, the f-ck you expect
i come from the depth, you running your mouths
while i run up a check, stunning the best

trill young n-gg- to sum up the rest
smoking the best
now im done wit the stress
getting this money, this youngin gon flex

oh how could they ever forget the g
oh well its part of the legacy
got shooters who pull out they techs for me
so please dont you ever come next to me

i keep a shooter right next to me
i keep the mula right next to me
thats why these hoes keep on stressing me
they mad they only get s-x from me

they mad they dont get a text from me
9 outta 10 im chasing these ends
then im gon give her the rest of me
cook up the work shout my recipe

k!lling the cat may it rest in peace
giving long d-ck is my specialty
we gon punt it like a special team
getting dumb lit off the special green

lil mama gon sip cause i mess wit lean
lil mama dont trip cause i get the cream
these n-gg- all kno to respect the team
when it comes to my name pt respect on it

young n-gg- known to keep checks on me
young n-gg- known to keep techs on me
for b-tch n-gg-s that wish death on me
moving this weight like a rep on me

i ball wit a tech like a ref warn me
i used to be broke dont forget homie
now i walk in this b-tch wit a check on me
now i walk in this b-tch wit a check on me

black currency cl-ssic, few bands for the fabric
yeah n-gg- got fat bricks, flip them gymnastics
green bars do magic, my clientele is fantastic
i’m just a rude b-st-rd, pull up in new ashton’s

please n-gg- don’t touch me i’ll buck heat i’m serious
i leave him bl–dy so bl–dy i swear like a period
you shouldn’t speak on me period
my whip is in fast and the furious

i will never run out of material
i swear to god i’m superior
my face should be on a pyramid
you n-gg-s talking i ain’t hearing it

kush smoke yeah i’m clearing it
besides allah i ain’t fearing sh-t
petty change i ani’t talking that
i’m wit olynyk in a boston cap

getting money from my boston trap
talk slick we sparking that
aim it right at your stocking cap
my b-tch bad you stalking that

i p-ss her off like stockton back

n-gg- i’m need a hunnit mill / for them hunnit nights
i did hunnit drills / n-gg-s talkin / im mumbling still
f-ck the feds / i have a hunnit k!lls
a hundred beats / thats hunnit bodie

i’m from the street i speak somali
got a bad piece she call me papi
i’m the man n-gg- i don’t talk a lot
bring the bentley to the parking lot

talk sh-t we sparking shots
beat the case an orthodox
then bought my jewish lawyers watch
how i pull off in a porsche drop

stay strapped n-gg- i sport a glock
that b-tch hold bout forty shot
smoke a n-gg- then smoke some pot
i don’t even understand n-gg-s

my verse cost a hundred bands n-gg-
shout my homies from the land n-gg-
gotta get it how you can n-gg-
droppin shots from the lam n-gg-

how many whips did i drop on the beat?
my wrist is on freeze and my glock is on heat
karate kid how i chop up the beat

- donyay lyrics

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