C/Curren$y/Havin Things ft. Kenneth Brother & Treety
[Intro: Curren$y]
[Chorus: Curren$y] Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map All my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'Cause we really [?] And them boys ain't used to shit I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map
[Verse 1: Curren$y] I keep buying cars, I got a problem I got room to park 'em but no time to drive 'em Some of 'em [?], some of 'em got hydraulics More exotics, more lowriders every time I drop a project My homegirl suicidal, I [?] I stay switching up and sliding Try to identify 'em by the car he's driving No tint on the windows, you can see inside her, I ain't hiding Ain't doing shit but smoking fire On my way to another million dollars, I'm plotting '96 AMG [?] squatting Got a sunroof in it but we don't blow no doja out it We sitting in it, hotboxing
[Chorus: Curren$y] Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map All my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'Cause we really [?] And them boys ain't used to shit I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map
[Verse 2: Treety] It's Lil Treety, you gon' trick or you gon' treat Like the [?] 'cause he like to trick or treat And I see no competition 'cause these hoes, they can't compete And I ain't fighting with these bitches but these bullets make 'em leak, look All of these bitches that's hating They mad now, they has-beens I been hot since hopscotch and double dutch, I'm that bitch And if you saw my name I'd probably duck [?] And if you bitches think you mad you gon' hate it when I pull up
[Chorus: Curren$y] Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map All my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'Cause we really [?] [?] shit I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my bitches on the map
[Verse 3: Kenneth Brother] Look, get in what you put in Ain't in the door but got my foot in Like the [?] but we be pushing til the [?] They telling us that we couldn't 'Cause we boys in the hood like Cuban Gooding [?] [?] run it up, stack stack We don't know you, back back I'm with Spitta, keep [?] niggas smoking pack pack Don't let 'em know where we at 'Cause we be really having things She fuck around with the Jets 'cause he ain't got it like that
[Chorus: Curren$y] Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map All my bitches on the map Don't let 'em know where we at 'Cause we really [?] And them boys ain't used to shit I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my niggas on the map I don't know if they got it like that Twenty-four inch [?] black That was us, heart attack All my bitches on the mapTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
