Curren$y - Still That Nigga | Текст песни

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Yeah, Its still FS nigga, Jet Set nigga
Rome my block west coast cell phone I got hoes locked
So my California visits beat brought bad broads, with cannabis cause
Hard top like convertible cars, niggas thought I sold mine
Brother you out your mother fucking mind
I am still that nigga, wood grain wheels, still the Laguna SS
Freddy Kruger SB’s on the gas I step, accelerating niggas get left, right
Try to get me crab mother fucker no dice, spit a snap like the back of big hat
Dont ask where I got it I hate that, I'm connected people I get it where they make it at
At the Lakers game me and tk sitting adjacent to Jack, give them a couple seconds to compute that
This that spitter shit bitch don't confuse that
We have these other dudes rap peace and love hell raise uh uh dude
My straps cruising in my Escalade eating fruit snacks
I'm on my big kid shit got rich bought all the things I couldn't get when I wanted them
Got it all full of dimes and hundreds, I can only ride one of them
Back in the G they made fun of them now the neighbors telling them you need to do war with them, yeah yeah

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