The Collective – Curren$y Testo della canzone

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The Collective – Curren$y

Da-Da-Da Da-Da
As The Joint Burns, and the wheels turn, (yea)

And I never that I would have one

Interstate [?], Forgiatto Wheels, Cadillac Grille
Bumpin my nigga Big Krit
Coming Down Smelling like Bond no. 9 and a half a pound
That's What I Do, I thought you knew
You've been informed, you been warned
Its up to you, whoever fit the shoe
Still a Chevy man true and true
But its something about that El Dorado coupe
And the way she moves
Baby blue my latest boo, lowriders yea I gotta few
But its just something different, you gotta sit in it
Custom machine I'm steering
Making that real (ryda?) grand appearance
Smoking some fire right outside the building
Chopping the game up for these ghetto children
Cold chillin, flowing like a polo linen

And I never ever thought I would get a Cadillac

Haven't driven the Rolls since some days
I been Cadillacin' bumpin that UGK
Smoking gas in a real major way
On Wheels The Collective we been making plays
Legal trappin made it rich from rappin
My life the shit I had to just go and tell u how it happen
Over these beats, I know you hear them snares gettin at u
Like the rat-a-tat of assault rifles from project battles
I'm sliding past u in a blast from the past, like super fast
Interior beyond cold, I swear to God its laid out like a condo
I'm a let that one [?] bro

And I never ever thought I'd get a Cadillac
But I'm highered up dippin in the Cadillac
Smokin one for my nigga big krit in the Cadillac
Eastside on the rise, keep the E in it, nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in the pictures, wouldn't write about it if a nigga didn't live it
Yea that's the difference. ya'll act like some bitches

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