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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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2015

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Chain smokin' in my chain (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin' in my chain (Mang) (Aye)
I'm chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain

I be picking through the stickiest of greenery
28 grams on my Cuban link
Riding shirtless in the Trans Am bumpin' Cuban links
Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring
Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink
Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons
I go straight to my connect, I don't need a middle man
A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
This is big dog smoke school, we don't toke with rookies
And my jewels give you that 1989 feel
All solid 24k from David and Will
Forgiato grill on my '76 Chevelle
Ridin' slow through the hills
Of Beverly, one toke, two tokes
Got me feeling heavenly
Top down riding around chain smokin'
Chain pokin' for all of y'all to see
And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed

Chain smokin' in my chain (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin' in my chain (Mang) (Aye)
I'm chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain

Niggas try to sound like grime lipe
Faded get high like the one in the bubblegum blue '52
Bel Air at the fair, rollin' gold shoes
Whole shoes, fans fair
Very rare, you find an ounce of this shit anywhere
'Cause you incredibly square
Nobody trust you, you actin' like the feds
Smokin' to my head
'Cause the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead
My momma and my girlfriend scared, 'cause I be outside
But don't worry baby, I know how to play it
Watching while I'm blazin', all my jewelry on
OG in the bomb space station, home bases
From the club to the food spot
We all racing, we got paper
We all make it fast as we can spend it
Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it

Chain smokin' in my chain (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin' in my chain (Mang) (Aye)
I'm chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain

Countin' tokens, chain smokin'
In a seven trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin'
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match one, I'm like "okay"
Fresh taper, Raw paper
Trippy stick, kush or
The color syrup maple
All vapor
To the crib, this bad bitch
I'm gon' take her, then wife her, then break up
Leather seats
My Swisher forever sweet
Fresh off probation let's celebr-eat
They be tardy for the party but I'm never late
Put the fire to the tip 'til I levitate
Four strands, loud as four bands
Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands
This shit fire like I'm rolling up a sun
On a back to back run
Coughing up a lung

Chain smokin' in my chain (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin' in my chain (Mang) (Aye)
I'm chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain
(I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin' man, I'm smokin')
Chain smokin' in my chain

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