The Anti-club Lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Curren$y] 

Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days 

but i'ma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray 

Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin 

These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas I'm like "Whyyy?" 

Figured I could go without a answer, like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive 

Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers 

but don't got a mean bone in his body 

Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me 

so I'ma have to call my guys in 

That's a bigger network, never risin, all of em kamikaze 

Homie you don't believe me, you can try me 

Crash and burn, long as they take you with them, now is a completed mission 

And I could give a fuck about who on television if it ain't my team 

Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green 

Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen, y'all niggas is obscene 

Night life, New Orleans is my scene, even if I'm not seen, motherfucka 

Spitta, I write a rhyme and that man not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life 

You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus (?) in your stock in 

Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice 

Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost 

Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast 

Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke 

Melly, yo, give me a light 

Who's givin them niggas fashion advice? 

These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas 

Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke 

Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real 

But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman, that's how i'm a chase this mill 

Don't like paper so I won't take that deal 

Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme 

Yeah 

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[Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver] 

The plane is emotion, fly FS-1 is approachin 

Movin in the speed of Jet proportion 

Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, nigga, 

Testarossas, new roadsters 

House on the beach, wake up see the ocean 

Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches 

(?) with a cars, (?) of the fortress 

Sky dive, I glide over the surface 

Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer 

Only land when lambs is being purchased 

a cane man, you tell from the Porsches 

Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses 

Whip game torture, pimp game horse em 

I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it 

Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses 

Tried to get abortion, turn rashes in the fortunes 

Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures 

Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources 

Hit em up on a (?), don't give a fuck what it's costin 

I'm good in any hood (?) 

I ain't the H, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me 

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