The Crow’s Nest Curren$y & Harry Fraud
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[Intro: Curren$y]
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we could always... yeah, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
[Verse: Curren$y]
Niggas hear beats like this and don't know what to do
I hear these and fifteen minutes later, I'm in the booth
I put the pen to the pad like I'm striking a match
Produce hella light and show these niggas the path
If your heart pure, baby girl, I'm all yours
My colleagues wagin' Mercedes keys on the golf course
If you dream it, you can achieve it
Half a million dollar cars I smoke hella weed in
Jet Life is a brand that you can believe in
Trust fall, triple flip jack knife off the deep end
Chrome wheels, dice on my valve stems
It's the details, this car shit my passion
Slow antique classics to new fast ones
Records keep streamin' so I keep grabbin' em
Off the lot like the tea kettle off the stove top
Too hot in the ice cold drop
On my Apple Watch monitoring my stocks
Them haters only get a chance to win if you stop
Cuban link bracelet, Louis Vutton trainers and Kerry Kittles socks
My white tee shirt fresh like donuts, 6am from the bakery
90 IROC-Z skating on them Dayton rims
New Orleans inspired
I get high and I write it, you listen in with your partners
Patting your pockets looking for your lighters, one of 'em got it
Spitta spittin' about it, couple bitches exotic
In the crib but I'm hiding
Peering down at you landlubbers through Gucci binoculars
Spottin' 'em
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we could always... yeah, yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
[Verse: Curren$y]
Niggas hear beats like this and don't know what to do
I hear these and fifteen minutes later, I'm in the booth
I put the pen to the pad like I'm striking a match
Produce hella light and show these niggas the path
If your heart pure, baby girl, I'm all yours
My colleagues wagin' Mercedes keys on the golf course
If you dream it, you can achieve it
Half a million dollar cars I smoke hella weed in
Jet Life is a brand that you can believe in
Trust fall, triple flip jack knife off the deep end
Chrome wheels, dice on my valve stems
It's the details, this car shit my passion
Slow antique classics to new fast ones
Records keep streamin' so I keep grabbin' em
Off the lot like the tea kettle off the stove top
Too hot in the ice cold drop
On my Apple Watch monitoring my stocks
Them haters only get a chance to win if you stop
Cuban link bracelet, Louis Vutton trainers and Kerry Kittles socks
My white tee shirt fresh like donuts, 6am from the bakery
90 IROC-Z skating on them Dayton rims
New Orleans inspired
I get high and I write it, you listen in with your partners
Patting your pockets looking for your lighters, one of 'em got it
Spitta spittin' about it, couple bitches exotic
In the crib but I'm hiding
Peering down at you landlubbers through Gucci binoculars
Spottin' 'em
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