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Weekend At Burnies


Artist: Curren$y
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 9
Year: 2011

You See It Lyrics - Weekend At Burnies - Curren$y

[Verse 1 - Currensy] 

Poolside, too high, with three bitches 

With four lives, I'm finna deal 

Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz 

Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of that humble pie. 

But you know I still talk my shit right 

What you tryna hear when you high? 

What you wish they played on the radio 

At least one time? It's cool though! 

We getting major paper on the underground 

You thought it was them other fools, though 

It was us the whole time! 

Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds 

But sun do what the sun do rise 

Hit the game like a Pinata tryna get a prize 

Out here, riding, got me my bottom bitch 

She give me the best top 

A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop 

Best to wear your mittens, baby girl cause it's getting? 

 

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[Hook - Currensy] 

My top down, Bitch in a bikini. 

My weed lye, I know you here screamin' 

I'm here now, what's going on this evenin' 

You could look the other way but I know you see me 

I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it 

Nigga, I know you see it 

I know you see it, I know you see it 

You could look the other way, but I know you see it 

 

[Verse 2 - Currensy] 

Cross-eyed, a few drinks 

Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks! 

 

Photos 

 

Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels 

Like a Brink truck, way tough 

Nigga never budge, that's my space! What 

Marvel at my stance at your girl 

What she think, she can't even respond 

Cause her mind is now mine, fool 

I ain't lying, let's just cross the couch 

Sleeping with my shoes on just in case I have 

To wake up and be out 

Once again it's on 

Mama bring my bong to the game room 

With nothing but some panties on 

And them Bape socks that I gave you 

Never once on probation but your man's on his papers 

Spendin' them, stackin' them, feelin' them 

Wrappin' em, lightin' em, never passin' em 

I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help 

That's how we do it now, fall through the jetset 

Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city 

Baby girl rock them titties 

 

[Hook - Currensy] 

My top down, Bitch in a bikini. 

My weed loud, I know you hear screamin' 

I'm here now, what's going on this evenin' 

You could look the other way but I know you see me 

I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it 

Nigga, I know you see it 

I know you see it, I know you see it 

You could look the other way, but I know you see it 

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