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hear it and fear it - curren$y lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
alright, yeah, yeah
curren$y the hot spitta
fly society
we don’t really know the arrangement of this song, so
we just gon’ get it where they fit in

[verse 1: curren$y]
[?] was my favorite cartoon
after marriage come the honey moon
now i’ll be d*mned [?] spoon
and something ’bout popeye [?]
i don’t remember that line all the way through
but i remember the group name was nice & smooth
i wonder what ever happened thеm dudes
i wonder what evеr happened to my new
pitbull puppy when the hurricane came through
’cause pet finders said that she was rescued
[?] had one, they said they had his too
but when we hit the shelter we saw [?] too
[?] them dogs, f*ck wrong with y’all
matter fact i think y’all tryna come here to fraud
but i ain’t gonna take the white approach and go to the laws

[chorus: curren$y]
i ain’t even gon’ trip
my n*gga [?] so i can get another pit
but mine snap and your ass gets bite
we get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
we never talk it if we don’t live it
’cause that’ll get you picked apart by critics
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
a lot of n*ggas hear it but they don’t live it ’cause they fear it
we get love from all these b*tches because they feel us in our lyrics
we never talk it if we don’t live it
’cause that’ll get you picked apart by critics
a lot of n*ggas…
[verse 2: young roddy]
addicted to the money, i’m just going where the dough is
and ma i don’t mean to be rude, but there the dough is
stay fresh to death, [?] dope is
used to live trife, now i’m flossy like [?]
came for the c*note and chips and the tokens
and yeah you a boss b*tch but can’t knock my focus
the clock’s ticking and i gotta get it over with
nice jump shot, n*gga done it like kobe did
[?] couldn’t hold the kid
grind hard, stack money like sosa did
and now i’m buying liquor, coppin’ dro
told spitta i’ma get the n*ggas, you go get the hoes
yeah, and we gon’ have a gangsta party
still protected by the guns with no safeties on it
i stack cash with the big faces on it
cop whips where the paper plates be on it
got that from [?] homie
yeah, it’s young roddy, [?]

- curreny lyrics

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