The Usual Suspects Lyrics - Curren$y

Cookin up a batch, ladies show they titties 

Real niggas tip they tops 

Real trap is for my hustling niggas with no choice 

Posted up, slingin that oh boy 

Stay on yo grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce 

Life is good, nah life is great 

Now I'm bout to get my niggas straight 

God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate 

Nah, now everybody getting money 

Now everybody sellin out shows 

Now everybody told the world like four times 

3 albums in stores 

Come on straight up the morning talk 

I came in with the gun talk 

And when it came to this in this bread 

I'm the hip-hop turn me up 

I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm a underground king 

But these bitches can't stop my show 

And that's word to the pim 

Loadin lops and shrimp, all these bad bitches wanna lay 

I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feelin bad for that sim 

That's the other see she's 

Come sip some of this PG 

And smoke some of this sweet tree 

And everything will be BG 

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Uh shit, I told yo bitch like I was rolls 

Mister Jones, go around the laws 

Got my calls and the rob reports 

I done lied em down, down the 94 

I'm a label man, got a lot of those 

Know how to get the picture but them lot of O 

No winter burn off so it's time to go 

I'm on hot like wheels so we runnin hoe 

Getting up, out the pound 

Lighten up the return, it's thanksgiving first down 

Hold the flo so you can chase right now 

You can get the bracelets to fit right now 

Just mack hand, hold on get the back hand 

She chase ghosts like Mrs. Pacman 

He play the hoe to come back fam 

Goddamn! 

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They respect the don, 18 karats with the red rugas and the gas is on 

Platinum Rolex, double robe 

So walk around with a Lexus on 

Courtside of my car cost 

When my niggas wildin out, smoking out toss 

Life's about choices, gotta make yours 

The right set of keys open up the right doors 

We tryna turn around something to a lot more 

You gotta go a little further than you wanna go 

It's like 100 out there, had enough blow 

I'm talkin bout blow and make it B roll, a zero 

I'm the other dogs' hero 

To that dope boy playin for a kilo 

Til a lil nigga playin for a way out 

Keep you head up Shawty, we gon make it out 

Made it out now, turn the stamp, see my passport 

Overseas airport 

Comin through the hood, up in foreign cars 

Bitch letting the weed flow 

I'm hood rich, I can't change hoe 

Need to smell like weed smoke 

Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal 

Probably why a nigga take like a kill go 

Nigga you need you a prop 

Goddamn! 

Talk soft but I grind hard to afford 

Don't want them switches to my dashboard 

Low riders and all, exotics to last cars 

Amongst all these stars, 7 grams in a row 

That's a Grammy award and my granddaddy call 

Where my granddaddy can't go higher than the halo 

Slice like tomato with precision on them blades hoe 

It don't go down until he say so, extra cheese, hold the mayo 

That's back to San Diego, now I'm hidin out 

Large amount to count, just fill them duffle bags and weigh em 

Spill just lay them, no fana 

She's thirsty, get a Fanta 

Bitch passin out, somebody fan er