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Gifts Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
[Smoke DZA:]
La musica de Harry Fraud Niggas better get right When you fuckin' with the Jet Life Riiight Boss is how we prone to think Communicate with killers via CorrLinks Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner I made it out, luxury bus, touring love, right Feeling better than head on the wake up Roll me up a balmer like, it's great stuff Won a couple dollars off the Knicks vs Pacers, I'm raged up Already a better day than Ice Cube had That's word to Terrance Howard durag All my life I been a cool cat, word Hop out the 7 in some Ewings You looking bad in that bullshit you in I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent Every boss once was the best student, been hustling since a truant I'm a top tier nigga L Seven. you a fucking square nigga, We could never square with ya DZA [Smoke DZA (Manchild):] (Playing good music) Real niggas better get right When you fuckin' with the Jet Life (Is our gift to you) [Curren$y:] Yeah bitch They gotta weigh it on the scale they weigh the whales with One sniff will make a german shepherd back flip Three small gold chains, two pinky rings And one big fucking dream to own all this Empire under construction Hard hat zone, work going on Hazardous habitats, we hustling, but fuck it holmes Bastards is rabid at them cash stacks Bitches is going bad for that Put you on like socks Put you on like my watch, put you up like a poster Lucky motherfuckers getting game from the coaches, and didn't even know it The last stoned poets Who never sold their souls and still in motion Raking that dough in And you silly motherfuckers thought it's just bout smoking Shit [Smoke DZA |
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