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Curren$y

Sellin' Cereal

 

Sellin' Cereal

(album: Regatta - 2021)


[Curren$y:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
La música de Harry Fraud

I got homies I'll never see again
I got bitches I don't wanna see no more
Got this big ass chain I barely even wear
I got a Bentley in my warehouse that I never drove

I'm selling rhymes, I'm selling weed, I never sold my soul
I'm selling clothes, I'm selling bikes, I'm selling cereal
My flow imperial
Mind palace 64, deeping up the road
I'm really hitting switches, not just saying that shit in my songs
Anything I got, I put that on
All I need is these beats, a lit [?], cold bottles and my headphonеs
When I get home, my girl gon' pеrform
Take my mind off the war that's going on
But only for a minute, I gotta get back in it
I'm really hustling for them millions, ain't that why you digging it? Really

Really, ain't that why you digging it?
I got homies I'll never see again
I got bitches I don't wanna see no more
Got this big ass chain I barely even wear
I got a Bentley in my warehouse that I never drove
I got homies I'll never see again
I got bitches I don't wanna see no more
I got this big ass chain I barely even wear
I got a Bentley in my warehouse that I never drove

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, spirit of ecstacy pimp, call it a chrome lady
Partner got sent down the road, he ain't been home lately
Roll tasting simple, shit, I pass it to me
Little leave 'em, I have a shotgun in the passenger seat
I'm talking dope I'll never sell again
I went off on the plug, ain't tryna make amends
Soon as I blew up, he start telling folks I work for him
I said I want it, you got it, nigga, like soldier Slim
Now let me talk to 'em
Lamborghini barstool, tattoos over war wounds
Where I'm from playing dumb can sometimes be a smart move
Who did what? Did you know who?
Won't know him forever, 2 + 2, rose gold letters
Too much juice, too many bastards, whole 'nother level
How you stab your bro in the back? Nothing but the devil
Road to riches, put it in the overdrive
I done counted a hundred thousands at least a hundred times, [?]

[Curren$y (2 Chainz):]
Really, ain't that why you digging it?
I got homies I'll never see again (Yeah)
I got bitches I don't wanna see no more
Got this big ass chain I barely even wear (2 Chainz)
I got a Bentley in my warehouse that I never drove (Skrt)
I got homies I'll never see again
I got bitches I don't wanna see no more ([?])
I got this big ass chain I barely even wear
I got a Bentley in my warehouse that I never drove (We been doing this shit)

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