Just Came Home Curren$y & G Style
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[Intro]
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
They like "Spitta, where you get that?"
I got it from the homie off a block where you might get killed at
Real raps, trill fact
Money stacked, convertible top peeled back
Twisting up a joint so I can go to the store
Halfway up the block, turned back 'cause I forgot my phone
In the zone, cloud 9 that I'm always on
And that bass got my ears ringing
I move on and I don't talk about it
Hundred dollar bills filling up my pockets 'cause I didn't stop it
I'd advise motherfuckers not to try it
Because these niggas I be with is on [?]
My homie just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
Told me he ain't showing love to no outsiders
We in the building smoking killer with the Jet Lifers
[Chorus: Curren$y]
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
They like "Spitta, where you get that?"
I got it from the homie off a block where you might get killed at
Real raps, trill fact
Money stacked, convertible top peeled back
Twisting up a joint so I can go to the store
Halfway up the block, turned back 'cause I forgot my phone
In the zone, cloud 9 that I'm always on
And that bass got my ears ringing
I move on and I don't talk about it
Hundred dollar bills filling up my pockets 'cause I didn't stop it
I'd advise motherfuckers not to try it
Because these niggas I be with is on [?]
My homie just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
Told me he ain't showing love to no outsiders
We in the building smoking killer with the Jet Lifers
[Chorus: Curren$y]
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by
My nigga just came home [?] on fire
Said he finna make a millie, he gon' die tryin'
That's the game, they gon' live or die by it
There's some rules to this shit you must abide by, yep
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