Misty
Curren$y
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We should-uh (Black Metaphor) Watchin' the waves crash Jammin' to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags She f*ck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh She ain't even know how good she had it until I smashed I ain't been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I'm comin' back Tryin' to lure me there with pictures of her wearin' somethin' skimpy But I won't let her get me, only that money could tempt me Gotta be about them Benji's, only millie's worth my energy While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny's first edition Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em Pro ballin' regulation Spaldin', Wilson, y'all some Nerf niggas You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga The south still got somethin' say, Jet Life all day Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in the slab Studio later on, that's millionaires in the lab Watch costs a car, the car costs a house Changin' lives off of rap but it's bigger than that Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave He's super talented but he so in love with the streets I swear it make me sad I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag I hope the industry recognizes a superstar flashin' and he leave that life in the past Put all his homies on so they don't crash Invest that money smart and make it last Roll somethin' fat, now watch his empire expand (That's my man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin' Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your niggas That shit there hella suspicious Yeah, yeah, ayy Brin' me by my LA woman, she got the gas Slidin' with my H-Town podna, we in a slab By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass But she make real cash in a flash Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby We smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches baby Jet Life, Jet Life Yeah, yeah Eastside, on mind, it's like every time Several lowriders outside in a line Tryin' to pick one to drive, can't decide Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind Yeah
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Written by: Shante Scott Franklin
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