Lyrics:
currency
Sister mi honestly
See I got the currency
Fan fantastic currency
Wa gba currency
Sister mi honestly
See I got got the currency
Fan fantastic
to the O
To the V to the E
Ain't nobody gonna love you, love you, love you
Just like me
Baby I, I only wish that I can make you see
You see
You and me
"Donald, you're doing a fantastic job as President!"
And I said "Thank you, Bigfoot, who has the same
Accent as me, I appreciate that!
You're doing
a lizard we ride
Fantastic it be
Like the Buddha we bomb
Like the bubba we kush
Like the feela this song
On you neara we would
Like the wizard so long
Like
me how that sound? (Ooh)
You like that (ooh), you love that (ooh), you need that (ooh)
You want that (ayy), I got that (ayy), fantastic (ayy, all
called the rump shaker, the beats is like sweeter than candy
I'm feelin' manly and your shaker's comin' in handy
Slide em across from new york down by your
Is this the intro
Oh it's mid-album
Well I would like welcome you to the Last Chance Stu
You know the album so nice, that we had to uh
That we had
defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat
the 'Gram
I like you better in the stands
I upgrade my only fan
It do or don't need a cam'
This right here my new modern jam
I'm on fire, the new burnin'
car every year
She don't need no nigga
She make her money
Man she out here getting it
She stacking her paper
One by one
She got bands like pancakes
She
of your lovers
Out on the street
You've got a fantastic ass
And a heart to protect it
Men wave when you walk by
I'm learning to respect it
From up
and take your place
C'mon and give us a taste
I'm not the only one with body to kill
I like to see just how you swing that thrill
C'mon baby and shake
Hair so magic
Known as the baddest
Twist cornrows melanin madness
You know what mood our hair Needs gadgets
It always looks fantastic
Hair so magic
you out like a rebel
This shii fantastic ain't no turning jessica alba
They call me king
I'm just A lil boyy who was raised by the streets aiyy
I
drop it like yo friend
I got keys to crib
And a dusse with the splif
That ain't even where I live
But you home with the kid
Why you mad at me
Cuz this
need a new flavor
You can suck on this
This is for the rump shakers and the head bobbers
This'll be somebody's Everlasting Gobstopper
Because you can be
tragic
You’re all that I’d need in a lead for an actress
But I’m left with this flick that just sits below average
And every thought, feels fantastic
To release it into God's hands and let his will be done
It's Automatic
I don't wanna go
Or I don't wanna do
I just want my life to look pleasing to you
're thinkin' that you had)
Lyrics to the A.M. but the house needs a swinger
You st-st-st-st-stutter, but I'm a stinger
(My rhymes so potent, I wrote em
(huh)
Bounded with a team of shakers to see the paper
Then blow like Anita Baker, if you need it, just make it
If you need to wake up, holler
could see
What my past is
Hmm
Getting money my passion
If you dream big
An expensive habit
Got a Spanish mami
When she speak I need captions
Very
I want the coop outside, it go vroom
When facing two doors now, you need to choose
If you gone f*** with the gang you know you DOOM
If it's on stuck
to say
Cause they're the ones who's coming up
And the world is in their hands
When you teach the children
Teach 'em the very best you can
Oh yeah
drop it like yo friend
I got keys to the crib
And a dusse with the spliff
That ain't even where I live
But you home with the kid
Why you mad at me?
Cuz
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