L.a. juan - Curren$y (eastside money) [feat. airplane james]

I'm off them black bottles
I'm off them russian cremes you know...them shits done turned into currency
As a matter of fact Curren$y

Everything ain't simple she bust like a pimple every time I touch it
She wanna talk to me raw every time I f*ck it
She wanna hit me on the low every time I tuck it
Im talking
Ju-Ju-Juan
Baby roll it up smoove
Let me take you to place in the groove
Let me float you on cloud 9
And you can lay back easy on my time
Cuz you know mine ain't cheap
And you moan aye yiyaddamean
And as simple as it's said
As simple as it goes
As simple as it spreads
It's supposed to be a fairy tale
But we smoking lilies in these fairy tales
And pushing up daisys
Im serving hem off yo block yo moms going crazy

Got it lifted like the frame on the jeep yea
And I do this every muthaf*ckin week yea
We the hottest in the mutha*ckin streets yea
Inna streets
Woah I smoke the thinnest air
I play all in her hair
I got no time to spare
She in her underwear
Every time she stare
Im walking out the house and every time she there
Yeah


Whats up witchu
Girl you know its one reason I fuck witchu
Actually its a few
You know what I do
Pick you up
Scoop you up
Girl you f*cking with the realest yeah true enough
He think you do too much
I don't think you do enough
Girl you know Im with the bullshit inna function
Make sure when I pull-up you gone have my sh*t bumping

Summons her over
she know I'm colder
South Dakota
A soldier
Ain't playing no games you know its over
We killing
You know the feeling
You get them vibes
Purple Dusty L.A. summers every time my n*ggas ride
You know whats up girl let your hair down
Lay back roll one let yo hair go
We in the wind now let that air blow
Big planes roll it up like a air show

Got it lifted like the frame on the jeep yea
And I do this every muthaf*ckin week yea
We the hottest in the mutha*ckin streets yea
Inna streets
Woah I smoke the thinnest air
I play all in her hair
I got no time to spare
She in her underwear
Every time she stare
Im walking out the house and every time she there
Yeah

Writers: Ron Mitchell , Wendell Hayden

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