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The Big Vacation Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
Yeah, Spitta
Yeah, Fly Society Rims on the Coupe spinning like windmills And the wrist 32 below minus the wind chill The anticipation's starting to build So I figured I could give 'em another dose of the real I pull up at the spot so ill, let valet take the Lambo First I gotta let them read my instruction manual 'Cause the [?] be a whole lot to handle You can wreck the motherfucker if you're not careful I'm hearing more Curren$y bashing I'm gaining momentum, loop steadily stacking I don't really hear 'em, I don't understand yackin' All I talk is paper and digits and calculators FS Jets gettin' paid You niggas broke and mad 'cause Cadillacs switched models on the Escalade That's the old headlights, you better upgrade Benz Convoy with the wagon on the side Bad bitches just wanna fuck and get high So they fuck with the planes 'cause they know we could put it in their life Balcony [?] and world-class models Wearing thongs, drinking out of champagne bottles All fashion week, NYC At the front row, Gucci show, ask for me With a bad ho right in the seat next to me Yeah, I'm a breath of fresh air [?] it was in despair Told you it would not be fair No need to be compared to these niggas Don't put me in a category nowhere with these niggas I'm a whole 'nother story, I'm completely something different Spitta, nigga, yeah |
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