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no lames - curren$y, t.y. & fendi p lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: fendi p]
keep it g that’s just my policy, or just stay far away from me
that sucka sh*t, f*ck all them lame ass n*ggas, b*tch don’t play wit me
n*gga please, you ain’t smokin’ like me, a half a p a week
gold daytona, i got candy on it, got gold dayton’s on it
ten toes down, hotbox when i ride round, windows never down
[?], i got bookoo sound, b*tches wipe it down
super clean, i said i quit that lean, b*tch keep enticing me
i might just be off a half a bean, i so icy bling
diamond chain, holding up the plane, i bought my team the rings
i own the game with the same n*ggas, i ain’t never change
people change, mixing strains, i don’t mix up with no lames
switchin’ lanes, swervin’ coastal, clean v12 let me do my thing
hustle harder, all this faucet water, yo hoe out of order
i just went and bought a mini draco, it’s my problem solver
street’s was starving for them packs, they callin’
i’m ballin’ the hardest, look like you be snitchin’
keep yo business, i’m just cautious sorry

[chorus]

[verse 2: curren$y]
diamond rings, h*lla shiny things, just bought four with chains
in the range, hollin’ mama came, oh she bought a chain
got a little game but not enough to make it pro
i’ll show you how to go like a madame, not no backpage ho
your money too slow, what’s your net gross? where’s the growth?
you were making nothing but chicken stacks a couple years ago
level up, sling better dope
better clientele, more mail
i pull up in rolls royce turtle sh*lls, creepin’ like a snail
drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales?
eastside never fail, please don’t take it there
drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales
eastside never fail, i’m gon’ leave that there
[chorus]

[verse 3: t.y.]
top down doin’ top speed with a lil freak
f*ck 12, they gon’ have to catch me
i ain’t no b*tton, i can’t let a n*gga press me
she ain’t my b*tch so i can’t let her stress me
if i don’t pick up the phone don’t start to text me
it take a lot if you tryna impress me
get money, live life like a og
smokin’ og with my ogs
no, we can’t look back on sh*t, [?] ’cause now we got everything
i can f*ck any b*tch, i can drive any whip
marry the streets, went and got me a wedding ring
still remember when i fell in love with the game, it changed everything
and i pray that my day ones stay the same
tint on the windows, we can’t f*ck around with the lames
bruh

[chorus]

- curreny t y fendi p lyrics

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