Текст песни Real Estates - Curren$y feat. Don Kennedy

This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my grind, fool
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won't
I know you think your bitches don't but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I'm SoCal, Wednesday it's Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can't call it a neighborhood, I ain't living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my.grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my grind
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffing
If I wanted her back, nigga I'd be still fucking
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don't take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don't want me to leave when I'm wit her
I tell her I'm the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don't get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I'm in Miami bumping Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blocking like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimping all the time
You singing ass rap niggas simping all the time
Fucking up the game, niggas fucking up my name
You don't want no money, just fame
They ask me how I'm doin, shit I really can't complain
Sipping champagne, and trying to get everything I want
Yelling oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Uh, uh, I'm yelling
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
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