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"All Over"

"All Over"


[Intro:]
Everybody listen out, Damaris know
Yea, I like that, yea [x9]
[Verse 1:]
This that 1989, ooze on a passenger seat
Corvette drop top, Ocean Drive
Hoes out looking at me, danger
Audio dope slanger, all angles
Try to hang with that
Cut you down when they find you swaying
I don't know new shit, I'm just saying
Shits serious man, high stakes
High prices, high bitches in condos
Suicidal, jumping off the balconies of they high rises
Trying to see who the fliest and dyeing
Any crime is a crime, but crime pays
99 ways, how many more?
Dollars can we make before this bitch blow
[Hook:]
Till it's all over
Got money all over, over
Got jewelry all over, over
Until it's all over, over
Got bitches all over, yea
Got bottles all over, yea
Sports cars all over, yea
Until it's all over
[Verse 2:]
This that 1972, riding O'Neil in a Cadillac coupe
Trying to get out the game, figured 30 bricks of cane
Be enough to make it rain, work for the whole crew
Last move then be through
Sell a dime with the main bitch
Maybe skeet skeet a lil junior
Show him how to do it
Lay down rules, carry on tradition
Maintain the cool, first we got to get out the shit though
Let all of the shit go, get rid of them chick files
Relocate zip codes, go in complete flip mode
Bitch know, your old friends, got to forget those
Life we choose, the shit cold
Ice on my wrist, blood in my veins froze
Audio bricks of white gold
Get your soul, sold
[Hook:]
Till it's all over, yea
Got money all over, over
Got jewelry all over, over
Until it's all over, over
Bitches all over, yea
Got drugs all over, yea
Sports cars all over, yea
Until it's all over, yea
[Outro:]
Till it's over, over, all over
Until it's all over, yea
Got jewelry all over, yea
Got money all over, yea
Got bitches all over, yea
Until it's all over, yea, yea, haha
Your bitches come over, haha
Yea, yea, till it's all over (yea, yea)
Got jewelry all over [yea (x6)]
 
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"All Wit My Hands"

"All Wit My Hands"


Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
All the work I was putting in
Now it's raining bricks

Nigga please, I'm a G, you a sucka
Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for
$pitta brings Chevys out all summer
Winter I'm a slam in the H1 Hummer
95 Air Max, dope runners
Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers
Homie asks where y'all was at when it was struggling
You was playing the back, you was hiding from it
You ain't want nothing, now you got nothing
While I'm smoking on an onion, counting something
Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping
Call me if you want something

[Hook:]
Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
You ain't notice all the work I was putting in
Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks

Hoe what? I'm out your league
Smoking dolo, don't come talking to me
Focused on money, baby I can't see
No future in we, mama we can't be
Pledge allegiance to garden green
THC in the oxygen that I breathe
New Year's Eve is choppers by the trees
Bring it in safe, please you know how it be
Realer than TV, listen to OG's
Stack dope before me then passed down rollies
To new breeds, this tradition
What have you been in?
Motherfucker you don't know me, you kiddin'

[Hook:]
Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
You ain't notice all the work I was putting in
Underground in the kitchen, now it's raining bricks
 
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"Animal"

"Animal"


[Hook:]
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
I been in this game for years
It made me an animal,
I fallin and I can't can't,
I been in this game for years,
It made me an animal,
Animal

[Verse 1:]
These lil niggas,
Got no idea bout how I got here,
Hard road traveled nigga
Blood sweat gravel,
I done seen niggas battle,
Knew the dirt and neva tattled,
OG's know I'm solid,
I'm a concrete statue,
Never got an earring, gold teeth, nor a tattoo,
Wolf in sheeps clothes,
Curren$y in creep mode,
Even though it's strength in numbers,
I tend to fall back in my world without my brothers,
Figure out what my purpose on this earth is,
Because I know it got to be about more,
Than stuntin and fuckin whores,
I done drove every car,
And bought everything out the store,
Crib with marble floors,
But I still get bored,
I figure that I escape the madness,
Cause I'm rappin,
But I'm just as stressed out as my lil homie who trappin,
Smoke and got asthma,
And I know that's ass backwards,
Fly and spit fire I'm a dragon...

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Night fall I'm in the whip,
Or I'm in the club,
In the vip,
With my paws on anotha niggas bitch,
Knowin that I got my own,
She's at home,
But still I roam,
Cause I don't know what she doin when I'm gone,
It done happened before,
And I prolly got more shit commin,
From fuckin with my old homeboy woman,
And I don't even know why I did that,
He'll prolly try to kill me,
If he knew where I lived at,
Prolly neva speak again,
And I can't blame em,
Last thing he said was that I'm changin,
And I ain't even halfway famous,
But once this hustle becomes apart of you,
It hardens you,
Puttin darkness in the heart of you,
Homie I only got 1 in my heart for few,
And that's my crew,
And with those dudes,
I hunt for food,
Candle ass niggas betta move,
Forreal

[Hook]
 
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"Anticipation"

"Anticipation"


Purps on the beat
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on
Should be happy I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
How you wanna play it?
Homie, you could weigh it
Fishscale, it's all there, leave it or take it
And it sells itself, fool, I can't make it
State still, I been jumpin' out the gym lately
Tryna be humble and get money, but they still hatin'
So I said "fuck it", and start stuntin', they really can't take it
Pardon my Bentley, [?] interior parchment
Peacock blue carpet, the shit flawless
Met a bad thang from Florida, baby girl was gorgeous
She know how to make that money, duckin' Coast Guard at boat launches
Speedboats, duck between two dock barges
Audio kilos on it, we gon' make a fortune off it, ha
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
Wallabee Clarks, the streets that I walk
Poisonous darts, strip you apart, lay you in chalk
Unless you play smart, follow your mind, also your heart
The perfect balance is such a challenge to find
Reward myself with a trip to Paris, ease my mind
I'm on that weed in the breeze like a wind chime
Finna get mine like double-time, lunch line
Two scoops, and a cup of juice bitch
Extra fries, fuck it
Keep stuntin', and my whole life super-sized
Lord, please help us survive what ever niggas get into tonight
Life like a movie that your boy seen several times
Even though I know how it ends, I'll do it all again
And I know what they waitin' on
And I know why they hatin' on 'em
Should be glad that I made it for 'em
No congratulations for 'em
 
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"Anutha1"
(feat. T.Y. & Mr. Marcelo)

"Anutha1"
(feat. T.Y. & Mr. Marcelo)



[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

Started the day in a Wraith
Ended the the night in your wife
Forgiato made the skates
I created this Jet Life
Conservative stunts with the ice
Still giving off light through the night
Couple killers ducked out of sight
But they inches away from your life
Stay cool, no sudden moves I'm criminal smooth
I done paid dues I done paid niggas who done paid you
I been the one you looked up to
I been the one that was coming through
Making music bout the shit too
Bet a nigga never met the fool
Bitch you'll probably never do it
Settle for a second best while I'm dipping in the coupe
Money up Testarosa with my windows down
Cutting through Malibu
Totally fucking radical with a bad bitch rolling fatter doobs
OG or Gorilla Glue, roll one fucking roll two

Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, came back in another one
Went home, parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I bought another one, then I bought another one
Then I bought another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[T.Y.:]
We making major plays, I hustle everyday
I'm nothing like these niggas, all they wan' do is hate
Back on that fly shit, like this was 2008
That sky blue G-Shock, with them ice creams on my feet
We in the game for millions, y'all in the game for bitches
The coupe can swallow the ceiling
Now we putting up signs that it's missing
Went to the gun show bought another one
So now my trigger finger itching
I swear I won't fold on my homies
On everything long as I'm living
You know we drive them Chevy's
I'm living my life like it's Belly
We smoking them big ol' buds
Gotta break it down with a machete
These fools ain't getting no money
And they don't got shit up in the bank
I spit that straight drop, take a dose tell me what you think
Make them drugs in the studio
Can't put myself 'round them stupid hoes
When we burn we burn two or more
And we don't move we let the shooters go
Introduced you to the high life
You only get one shot to do it right
Niggas mad 'cause they pockets tight
Past 11: 30 run into a light
Gone

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one

[Mr. Marcelo:]
Started off in the 'jects, then I landed in the jet
I be balling in New York like I play for the Mets
Niggas tryna run game, but I chew it like bubble gum
At 16 I got my first Benz at 19 I got another one
21 I got another one, 25 I got another one
Nigga I'm from the streets, the definition of a hustler
I don't move without mines, in this jungle full of lions
'Fore I jumped off the porch, I was peeking through the blinds
Yea my bitch is light brown, but the dope is dark gray
I get money in my sleep, which means I get it all day
First I got an AK, then I got myself another one
Then I got myself some money, so I guess I fell in love with guns
Niggas talk that OG shit, they don't talk it like me
Pockets heavy as a motherfucker, so they ain't walking like me
This is is audio d, yea we got a few keys
OG by the pound, yea we got a few P's
Jet Life we the streets, real talk that's facts
One phone call dog I have them shooters moving like a pack
Had the front and the back, Magnolia to the East
I started off with 100, and turned it to 100 G's

[Curren$y:]
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Went home, parked that car came back with another one
And then I got another one, nigga I got another one
Then I got another one, then I got another one
Came back with another one, came back in another one
Went home parked that car came back in another one
Then I got another one, nigga I got another one
 
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"Anybody"

"Anybody"


Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one that's way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain't tripping its cool, my young bitch said I'm dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I'm in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain't want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could be somebody
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe, I can't believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can't believe I got it
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
I guess all I'm saying anybody could
Anybody
 
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"Anything"

"Anything"


We can handle this like neanderthals
Or we can get into some player shit
Stoned on ocean
Here we go

The interior on my Cadillac make em sick
Won't you please give em' a bucket they can puke in (throw up in)
Act like its killing em to see me get rich
Probably die when they see me in my new shit
Slinging drugs but this music moving units
Baby close her eyes listenin to it, she dream of screwing
Mind control, pimpin' my pen
Ink drippin' down the whole stroll, I get payed again (yeah)
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
(Yeah)

Drop it if you got it
Talkin' bout them tops, Three hundred thousand dollar exotic
Smokin' out jet fuel talkin' like pilots
Hit the vocal booths and lay down them narcotics
I was contemplating stoppin'
Got an email from mos def he say he's still watchin'
That's big bro so that means a lot
He way over seas so you know how them phones acting and shit
Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, colder than my champagne
Cold game, writing that cocaine
That'll buy me anything
That'll buy me anything
Everything
Whatever man

Keep the heat in it chevy on them switches nigga
Smoking weed in it rolling and I'm pimping in it

Cold game, got me in that mulsanne
Cold game, got me new pinky rings
Cold game, got me this heavy gold chain
Cold game, spit it right in that cocaine
Cold game, What you even know man
Cold game
 
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"Armoire"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

"Armoire"
(feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
For Cuban linx
Yellow gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash, I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not falling off my ass
Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for this beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know them fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the game
Of fucking these bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
Ain't nothing but that Jet Life

[Hook - Trademark (& Young Roddy):]
I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the armoire
Constant reminders of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Still at it, Jet Set mathematics
I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the E-Class wagon
It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion rose
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how that Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that's all I know

[Hook]
 
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"Audio Dope"

"Audio Dope"


Yeah [x5]
(Uh) (you nervous, now?)
Awh nah, here your man go with his same old songs
'Bout Chevys and getting stoned
Meeting bitches in clubs and bringing 'em home
Cutting to the chase, don't even turn my flat screen on
All around the world the same song
Cali bud strong, this that love fiends on
So high, that my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stay gone
Now tell me that I ain't got it, and then keep a straight face punk
Create that, elevator music and stay true to it
While you still tryna get your soul out the pawn shop, stupid
You lost your legs to that cookie cutter
The suits ain't letting you walk, how do that deal, muhfucka?
Potato chip, Lay'ed up, Frito
Got a couple bitches coming through to blaze up,
They know where I'm at, they know what I do,
They know I'm real rap and I'm completely Un-You
Hold on foo', Uh
And everything bad for a nigga nowadays so I drink alotta water
Disgruntled Rapper Disorder, got a lot of MCs sneak-dissin'
Yeah, wooty threw them slings but I caught 'em
Be careful, talking hella trash
I'll get that compacted to a handful
And pitch it back at you
Take that monkey shit off, you embarassing us Cous'
Put the game back in perspective
Niggas disrespecting it
Suckas ain't protectin' it
Just complaining about the state, and under the pressure they break
Turning into the very thing that they hate
Rollin' up, let it burn slow,
Getting high, plotting on downing these turncoats
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep, homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
Practice? We talking 'bout practice?
For what? I could do it in my sleep homeboy
I ain't been out my bed since '93
Audio Dope
And we could make crack like this
(Un) (yeah yeah) JETS (yeah yeah yeah)
 
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"Audio Dope 5"

"Audio Dope 5"


Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan's... nigga
Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers
Pour it in the speakers
Haters fire heatseekers
Though they fail to reach us, we
Too cold, your soul
Shiver when you see us
Mad that you can't be us
So you planning ways to see us
Defeated, it's not happening
One deep in them two seaters mashing
Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping
I'm, too far in it to stop and see if I'm injured
I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it
Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga
Where you gonna go nigga
Audio dope dealers
Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers
Shit don't get no real love
We got these hoes chilling
Because we can smoke in here
Working hard, we party with the privileged
I got it all, because I'm gifted
The lord giveth, my nigga
[Chorus x2:]
Knocking at the door cause' they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can't afford, to not record it
Cause' I know them niggas waiting on it
Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches
Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me
Them boys living, them boys getting it
Going from boys to men
Check the cut on my denim
Check the stitching
Authenticism in my lyricism
Studio coke written
The booth, the stove, the kitchen
Scraping the sides of the pot
Not a dollar we missing
And the aim still the same
We acquiring more millions
It's like the Wire
It's like New Jack City
It's like Menace
This shit serious, I'm not kidding
You'll get killed for being curious
Cats get chased by the big dogs
Round' here, aw yeah
Shit will get wicked quick
And ya'll was just kicking it
Now you gotta pick up your homie up
Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting
Fuck is you gonna do
Pussyfoots'll never feel a real niggas shoes
[Chorus]
Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers...
Yeah man...
 
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