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Ultimate Ultimate Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
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Yeah La da da da da I ended up talkin to the homie too Good lookin out Uh Rolls Royce, paper plates, no tint Fish bowl pull it up like a YouTube video (Skurrrrr) Look it up, views up, take a poll How many of them other niggas this cold? Wrist cold, But its nothin new I grown accustomed to stuntin on suckas thats what I do For the last few days bettin money on games Side bettin on Madden, breakin cash in Rollin fat ones and not passin Pedal mashin a classic blast from the past Hella fast did the whole dash in the flash Smokin on that only grown at A restricted location where them suckas never go at New Orleans born with homes all over the map Call them hoes over we fuck in an hour flat I gotta roll, dice throw I chose to show up on television with my eyes low Cause I figured, fuck it homie they already know Everywhere I go this is so And I'm fresh like these Bapes were just baked wheres the stove I got it cooked, scrap the plate they want more They all dope and its all in the flow Money all in the wall all in the floor With your wildest dreams behind my garage doors We are the audio Narcos Cocaine in the AUX cords we drug lords Take the party outdoors Dock the yacht, and start the sports cars This is what I grind for Flash back my apartment Burn holes in my dirty carpet Whole time with my mind on boss shit Plot on it till its accomplished Large amounts of accountants countin commas Schemes is countless, suckas not around us Fuck a scoundrel leave them niggas where you find them Designer imposter pretending to be mobsters They are not monsters, Boogieman neither I'm highed up and unbothered Sucka free, this is me, a capital G Everyday, all day, highed up in the morning the homie Sway Yeah Ultimate Ultimate Ultimate Ultimate La da da da Ultimate Ultimate Ultimate Ultimate Told you Told you Yeah Life |
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