Songtexte Radioactive - Curren$y

Candy canes, peppermint swirls in the rain
That girl outside the game, hustlin' without a main
Renegade, she gettin' paid
She got wrapped up in my ways, that made her change hers
She know it makes sense to help me take over the world
I'm not a selfish leader (nah)
I see the good in people
You need me like I need you
Them other fools beneath you
Don't sully your image, by fuckin' with niggas
Sucker definition, description fit 'em
The prescription was written in scribble scratch
Garage like a skittle pack
Bruh, what color bentley is that
Oh, man
She was a devil in a red 'vette, crafted by God's hands
Posin' like a trophy, golden grammy on my nightstand
As she rolled me, I checked my rollie
Showered up
I'm in my Rolls, I'm jammin' the homie boldy my dog be droppin' cuts
I don't ride to myself, but I make some nice stuff
I listen to my friends or I jam some oldies
You'd know that if you really know me
The way you think you know me
I rose slowly, but I'm up for surely
They can't do nothin' with me, fools ain't got nothin' for me
Red sauce and rigatoni, white wine let us write until the mornin'
She callin' 'cause she want me
Test her patience, have her waitin' for me
Tried to split, but she can't get off me
Mornin' coffee strong
Long nights under the stars talkin'
King of New York-ing like Christopher Walken
But I'm from New Orleans

Eastside, outside, all in
They think they like I, quite appallin'