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Curren$y – Top Shelf Lyrics

Are we on the air?
Yes you are
Hello ma
Uh, I’d like to hear a new beat on the request line
Ok you got it, coming up

[Verse 1]
Uh where haven’t we been yet
Where haven’t we been yet
Uh yeah
As the Earth rotates and my name grows bigger
How many women wanna fuck this nigga
How many suckas hating on Hot Spitta
A mathematician would have to come up with the figures
I came up
Quicker than others, now they’re catching feelings
The closer to the deal I get, the more bullshit I’m in
Pay it no attention, I’m just focused on my business
Gearing up for the winter
Copping hooded chinchillas
Look how I supe the styles up with the stunting on them niggas
That’s why they don’t feel me
Add another nigga to the list of bitch boys claiming they wanna kill me
Guilty as a motherfucker if the charge is
Refusing to sell out as an artist
I represent the south on behalf of New Orleans
Even when I’m in the booth I hear the street talking
But them pussy cats don’t want me to send them dogs in
Yeah

[Hook]
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf

[Verse 2]
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Brung my brothers to the lot, bought a dozen Corvettes
Throw some rims on them bitches
These ain’t like yours
All of these (?)
Word up
Roll up something, we can smoke it in the Porsche truck
Hear the plane engines and you know its us
Turn it up, let it bump, let it bang
Word to my skating homie Joe
What my homie claim?
Jets over everything
Events like this call for champagne
Toast to my haters, ya’ll a major inspiration
But watch what you’re saying
Cause my niggas will hear it before it even get to me
And the issue’ll be handled before I knew it was beef
But that ain’t really me
But that’s how its gotta be
Even when a nigga in a coupe I can hear the streets talking

[Hook]
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf

The planes got it
Uh

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Curren$y – Hovi Baby Lyrics

Yeah
Hot Spitta
I just pop-pop niggas
Yeah
Rich Boys man
Sports Center Vol. 1
T-R-U man
What’s going on with it
(?) on the boards
Rich boy (?)
Rich boy (?)
Rich boy (?)
Honorary rich boy (?)
One love man

Cop the uncoppable
Buy the unbuyable
My rims so big the damn truck is undrivable
That’s hundred percent truth, no stunting
Every time I try to turn my damn tires rubbing
That’s how these motherfuckers know a nigga’s coming
Ladies running to hug him
Niggas (?) and they mumbling
But ain’t bugging on what these niggas do
I just cop a bigger coupe
And fit it up with bigger shoes
It ain’t another nigga fucking with the dude
Still claim the same game T-crooked R-U
They call me Curren$y because my money long
Got you pissed ’cause your girl know the words to my songs
But don’t trip, she’s not doing nothing wrong
She appreciate a nigga when his flow so strong
Money, clothes, and chrome
That be how the niggas known
And I ain’t got to buy jerseys no more
My closet look like a (?) store
You nigga know what I mean
Hall of fame shit
You would think I get my jerseys out a time machine
Ride around with a nine on me
Cheap ass chains you never find on me
Yeah
If its (?) you haters get back
Hot Spitta for real man
How gangsta is that?

Yeah
Hot Spitta man
I just do what I do
Do what I does
Respect it, yeah
Rich boy, Sports Center Vol. 1
I could’ve kept going but why man
T-R-U straight up and and down
(?) on the boards
One shot nigga holla

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Curren$y – Who Styled Ya Lyrics

From now on let’s just keep everything
Yup
Spitta
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Thou shall not front on real shit
Or he’ll face a thousand deaths from this the spit vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make bitches legs open like Lambo doors
Up, out
Nigga rich the first season BBC, I’m Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick ordering food she can’t pronounce
Uh
Eat in mama, let it stick to your ribs
But no pics, tell your friends ’bout the shit that we did
Cause I can’t have no evidence of me hanging with other chicks
Floating around, wify trying to fight me on some Springer shit
Its Curren$y or you can call me Mr. Clean kicks
My day job consists of business first
The video games, bong hits, and pulling skirts
Vacationing, month long trips, scamper the earth
I’m trying to find what N.E.R.D. was in search of
Was it love?
Not sure
But I know that your man Hot Spitta
Ain’t one of those niggas who
Don’t know how to dress so they swagger jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage with it
Then they internet shopping till they get it
Huh
I saw the same thing happen to me
Niggas laughed at my steez, now they’re wearing DCs
Fashion misfits, I’m fashion gifted
You niggas Boo-boo, find Yogi, crash a picnic
Spitta
Yeah

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Curren$y – New Orleans

Zip Zip Zip
16 switches Spitta
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Huh

[Hook]
New Orleans, some call it the Big Easy
Everything in New Orleans ain’t always what it seem
Yah you might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I been there all my life and I’ll forever hold it down
I’m gon’ listen up for my people
On y’all I could never turn my back
Hell naw homie I’m too deep in it
And Imma represent it for as long as I’m living
[Verse]
Game time in the land where niggas will be your best friend
Fuck around and then be a killer at the same time
If you be where I be
Then you know I ain’t lying
G recognize G
You better respect my mind
If not then I’m left with no choice
Then to call all my dogs that attack when they hear my voice
Might see me and Weezy chiefing in a Rolls Royce
Armed with a bossy bitch who’s jazzier than Jazzy Joyce
Wait let me lace it up
Breakfast in a Delaware
Punch when I’m waking up
My last girl left, caught herself breaking up
See me on the T.V. now she trying to make it up
I ain’t got no space for her
Maybe the money is changing me a little bit
‘Cause if you see it in the mall then I don’t even wear that shit
Make them haters sick, the doctor’s got to take care of it
I know they fly so I don’t mind if she stare at my kicks
“Bitch I’m made” that’s all I got to say
That’s why these niggas bugging, ’cause this girl trying to wave
“Bitch I’m made” that’s all I got to say
Can’t see you niggas ’cause your ho’s in my way

[Hook]
New Orleans, some call it the Big Easy
Everything in New Orleans ain’t always what it seem
Yah you might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I been there all my life and I’ll forever hold it down
I’m gon’ listen up for my people
On y’all I could never turn my back
Hell naw homie I’m too deep in it
And Imma represent it for as long as I’m living

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Curren$y – New Orleans Lyrics

Zip Zip Zip
16 switches Spitta
Curren$y the Hot Spitta
Huh

[Hook]
New Orleans, some call it the Big Easy
Everything in New Orleans ain’t always what it seem
Yah you might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I been there all my life and I’ll forever hold it down
I’m gon’ listen up for my people
On y’all I could never turn my back
Hell naw homie I’m too deep in it
And Imma represent it for as long as I’m living
[Verse]
Game time in the land where niggas will be your best friend
Fuck around and then be a killer at the same time
If you be where I be
Then you know I ain’t lying
G recognize G
You better respect my mind
If not then I’m left with no choice
Then to call all my dogs that attack when they hear my voice
Might see me and Weezy chiefing in a Rolls Royce
Armed with a bossy bitch who’s jazzier than Jazzy Joyce
Wait let me lace it up
Breakfast in a Delaware
Punch when I’m waking up
My last girl left, caught herself breaking up
See me on the T.V. now she trying to make it up
I ain’t got no space for her
Maybe the money is changing me a little bit
‘Cause if you see it in the mall then I don’t even wear that shit
Make them haters sick, the doctor’s got to take care of it
I know they fly so I don’t mind if she stare at my kicks
“Bitch I’m made” that’s all I got to say
That’s why these niggas bugging, ’cause this girl trying to wave
“Bitch I’m made” that’s all I got to say
Can’t see you niggas ’cause your ho’s in my way

[Hook]
New Orleans, some call it the Big Easy
Everything in New Orleans ain’t always what it seem
Yah you might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I been there all my life and I’ll forever hold it down
I’m gon’ listen up for my people
On y’all I could never turn my back
Hell naw homie I’m too deep in it
And Imma represent it for as long as I’m living