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everything - curren$y & fuse lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia

(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(f*ck is you waiting on, get everything you want)
(f*ck is you hating on, get everything you want)
la*da*da, da*da (get everything you want, get everything you want)
jet life, n*gga yeh (get everything you want, get everything you want)
jet life, jet life jet life(f*ck is you waiting on, f*ck what they hating on)
jet life, jet life n*gga yeh(get everything you want, get everything you want)

[verse 1: curren$y]
in a hard*top trey, rolling down a one*way, just lit a j
easy like a sunday morning, even though it’s the middle of the week
still tipping on these thirteens, and she showroom clean, and the hoe
go, ya’meen, quick off the line, peanut b*tter insides
exterior brandy wine, d*mn she fine
add that girl to my pocket of dimes, eight or nine, mistresses
next in line, all them broads, want my time, super precious
though they special, worth the effort, tennis bracelet, vvses
matching necklace, tiffany & co, anklet i know that she wore to breakfast
follow directions, and she recognise i’m a rare specimen
one of the best of them, and that’s word like testament
trash your clique, recycle bin whatever left of them, novice need not
run up on veterans, z06 ‘vette i’m in, haters chatter
gs pull up and them n*ggas scatter, don’t f*ck around and get your plans shattered
organise, we strategise, and we make it happen
organise, strategise, make it happen them other boys just rapping
808 mafia
get everything you want, get everything you want
get everything you want, get everything you want
get everything you want, get everything you want

[verse 2: gunplay]
that b*tch a bad vibe, look how her tan lying
i’m in my mulsanne, she blew me like a land mine
i treat a hooker foul, don logan, and*1
on a l!ck bare*face, smoking lace, with a handgun
pull up on you like kermie, and i’m cam’ron
flood the drought off in your desert with a sandstorm
ain’t no love where i’m from, that’s what the fans for
only bling n*gga thinking when the sh*lls fall
birds in the window, words on my cellphone
got ‘em crackers tying tailbones with railroads
act the fool cause i’m cool with the bail bonds
shift changed when the beige, green, and yayo gone
all these open charges, and these colt revolvers
got a n*gga feeling helpless, double heartless
i told that b*tch that i’m the sh*t, ya heard me
another lost soul done missed a sermon

(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(… want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
808 mafia(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
…
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)
(get everything you want, get everything you want)

- curreny fuse lyrics

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