CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - Michael Knight (Remix)

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[Intro:]

Uh

Scoo do do do do do do

Racecars and Weed Jars

Nigga

[Verse 1:]

I got a style for every bump in ya face

Greaseball ass nigga Pontiac Judge

Open and Shut Case

You Know I'm bowtied till I die

Though I made an exception for the '69

so quick off the line

Coin double side

but no matter what we heads up

We in the yard tell ya dawgs they should

be aware of us

We break it off like an engagement gone bad

I fill ya jacuzzi with them groupies make it a bird bath

Miss me? No you didn't bitch with that bullshit "Miss me"

Tryna claim Spitta' name tryna be Miss Me

All of that is kicks to me Silly rabbit trickery

You only around because my spot is where you wish to be

Hope to catch me sleepin by bein freaky

But babygirl let me be the first to say it's not that easy

I wasn't born yesterday nor later on that evening

Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even

[Hook:]

Michael Knight Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]

Michael Knight Scoo do do do do do

Michael Knight Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]

Michael Knight Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 2:]

And the view from the Rockin chair improve

but I have yet to see a team fuckin with the crew

Near and far saw it all Wideframe

Everything with Wangs ain't a plane mayne

Indo get rolled up like car windows

Avoiding the policeman them Carl Winslows

the wind blown in changed and I am not mad

Ol'-Garbage-Bag rappers need ta find a style fast

It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan

Survive rough lands cactus plants growin in desert sands

Alive I stand never dead; though a nigga didn't die

I got highed up so I could autograph the sky...

Fool

[Hook]

Michael Knight Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]

Michael Knight Scoo do do do do do

Michael Knight Michael Knight Michael Knight [x2]

Michael Knight Scoo do do do do do

[Verse 3:]

Definitely dress down and everybody here know it

Yo A snow white aston on a ground with a poet

Know as the kid who told you to come to the crib

Threw a bag on your lap and told you don't blow the kids

We mealed up actually my flowing is real tough

Sport these gazelles faded leather or real rough

Bank account dont even question

Spent all my money last year buying shear investments

Marvelous gangsta new york nigga make me shank something

Rather screw honeys who ain't cuffing

All my life six black kids stole a rifle kick dice and strip you and slice you

So listen young niggas Ima give you some jewels quick

Don't ever rat your friends out you'll stand in a pool of shit

Looking like a crab ass faggot sooner or later them boys that was hating on got the ratchets

Achets

Yea.........

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