Curren$y - Michael Knight [MV]

Yeah

Lames catch feelings, we catch flights

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Yeah

Racecars and weed jars, nigga

I got a style for every bump in your face

Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case

You know I'm bowtie 'til I die

Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line

Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up

We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us

We break it off like an engagement gone bad

I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath, miss me?

No, you didn't, bitch, with that bullshit, miss me

Tryna claim Spitta name, tryna be Miss Me

All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery

You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl

Let me be the first to say it's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

Michael Knight (x7)

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And the view from the rocking chair improves

But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew

Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame

Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne

Endo get rolled up like car windows

Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows

The wind blow and change, and I am not mad

All garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast

It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands

Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die

I got highed up so I could autograph the sky, fool

Michael Knight (x7)

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