Havin Things Curren$y (Ft. Kenneth Brother & Treety)
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[Intro: Curren$y]
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my niggas on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
And them boys ain't used to shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my niggas on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I keep buying cars, I got a problem
I got room to park 'em but no time to drive 'em
Some of 'em [?], some of 'em got hydraulics
More exotics, more lowriders every time I drop a project
My homegirl suicidal, I [?]
I stay switching up and sliding
Try to identify 'em by the car he's driving
No tint on the windows, you can see inside her, I ain't hiding
Ain't doing shit but smoking fire
On my way to another million dollars, I'm plotting
'96 AMG [?] squatting
Got a sunroof in it but we don't blow no doja out it
We sitting in it, hotboxing
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my niggas on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
And them boys ain't used to shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my niggas on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I keep buying cars, I got a problem
I got room to park 'em but no time to drive 'em
Some of 'em [?], some of 'em got hydraulics
More exotics, more lowriders every time I drop a project
My homegirl suicidal, I [?]
I stay switching up and sliding
Try to identify 'em by the car he's driving
No tint on the windows, you can see inside her, I ain't hiding
Ain't doing shit but smoking fire
On my way to another million dollars, I'm plotting
'96 AMG [?] squatting
Got a sunroof in it but we don't blow no doja out it
We sitting in it, hotboxing
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