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Curren$y

Shante Scott Franklin (born April 4, 1981), better known by his stage name Currensy (often stylized as Curren$y), is an American rapper. Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, he was signed to hip hop labels such as No Limit, Cash Money and Young Money, before he founded his own label Jet Life Recordings, in 2011. more »

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it (in it), Chevy's on switches (Chevy's on switches)
Smoking weed in it (smoking weed in it)
(Girl, don't post me in your pictures)

It look like a shark but it's a car (it's a motehrfucking car)
I'm more like a mafia boss than I'm like a star
I don't sip lean, I double cups 
But I smoke green in my double R (in my double R)
You see my roof thank your lucky stars (bitch, thank your lucky stars)
This year I laid a hundred thousand bars (thousand bars)
Not for them, it was all for y'all (it was all for y'all)
My homeboys, my homegirls, my real dogs, yeah
Let's come up and swear to never let each other fall off (fall off)
Hear me out
Yeah, swear to God

And I still never seen the pyramids up close (nope)
So much more to do, so much room to grow (so much room to grow)
If you're rhyming is timeless then you're never too old (never too old)
So I been thinking 'bout letting this go (finna let this shit go)
Dreaming retirement, buying a boat (buy a boat)
Learning photography somewhere off the coast
A million miles away from reduced lunch and sloppy joes (sloppy joes)
Shoebox full of stolen GI Joes (damn)
My homie gave me my first starter jacket
It came with a bullet hole (damn)
That was love though (love though) (for real)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it (keep the E in it)
Chevy's on switches (Chevy's on switches)
Smoking weed in it (smoking weed in it)
Girl, don't post me in your pictures

(yeah, da-da, da-da)
It look like a shark but it's a car
I'm more like a mafia boss than I'm like a star
I don't sip lean, I double cups
but I smoke green in that double R
You seen my roof, bitch, you can thank your lucky stars
I wrote a hundred thousand bars this year
Not for them, it was all for y'all
My homeboys, my homegirls, my real dogs
Let's come up and swear to never let each other fall off

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