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(album: Life At 30,000 Feet - 2007)


[Curren$y:]
I ain't even know, yup
Young Money, Cash Money
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, fly nigga
Yeah

Little nigga but I'm bigger than ya'll
When it comes to the digits I used to roll deep
I had to cut some of them niggas
Was only hanging 'round me to impress them bitches
And get up in them clubs free
But I wasn't with it
Naw homie forget it
Ain't nobody fucking with it
You think you really know me
But you might know me
I was born in them 'burbs
Where the 3rd Ward love me, yah
I can't remember running with a brick
Never went
He would go and get a five for twenty off of Willa
Those was humble beginnings
When my niggas used to hustle to pay for their school [?]
And ducking, high when niggas robbing and killing, yah
And I was pushing that Chevy from the East to the Bricks
And then from the Bricks to the East
Cutting class and hanging with [?]
Whipping a quart of water and a bag of Skittles
Hot Spitta nigga yah

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