Curren$Y - Luxury Sport Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Enough niggas talk shit Jet niggas talk rich

Buy another crib park another drop-top in front of that bitch

Fuck a bitch any bitch who you want? Take your pick

But you gonn' have to take your time baby trying to take ya shit

Fool take advice from your nigga

An OG been-through-it veteran in a 'vette

Chevy man racing slicks Andretti got your girlfriend track side taking flicks

Champagne rain on the winner's circle: this is it

Yeah man you would think we was slanging 'caine out this thang

The only thing dope is the rhymes

Quotes be as strong as coke lines man

No seat on the jet that's a crying shame

Fool I could show the ropes to a blind man

Straight triple-O like a thousand

Don't talk down on Jets round my dogs

Them niggas ain't peaceful as me not at all

Saw me through the struggle they love seein' me ball

You try to stop the rise they'll cause you to fall

Mind playing tricks on me

Gheyto Boys while my rich girl twist for me

Elbows on that cadillac with wrists homie

Double-parked got my girl pulling chickens for me

No charge like my cell phone quit on me

Flight closed sugar mamas they be trickin' on me

Sosa say "Listen Tony don't ever try to fuck 'em"

You see how they done him couldn't outrun 'em

Even though security cameras saw it comin'

Might flirt with a girl but I'm married to the money

Yellow gold wedding band: I'm a proud husband

Runnin'...

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[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]

My D-O-Gs the G-O-Ds

We know the evil that ego brings

I'm sitting at the round table let us see no ?

And if you ain't a live nigga then you won't eat

I don't see your piece your name ain't on no list

You ain't sign that lease so man

Your name ain't on no whip

Gold chain swangin' your lady be hangin' on my dick

Plain niggas be blaming me I blame it on the convo

I don't know got some Van Goghs in the condo

She in the streets like pot-holes in Chicago

The only time she seem interest is a car note

Cause gold-diggers pay attention when you got dough

They say that Tommy Hilfiger don't like niggas

I know some niggas I don't like so I'm right wit' ya

It's Mister... Pause-for-the-Picture

My weed smell good like a rose in the swisha

We at the Ralph Lauren club for lunch

Jump out the 'vette with the functions

Glass bowls filled with punch

We peelin' bills out the wallet

Take a pill and ?

As I step out the crib and get an audience

Round of applause for a nigga that ball

Let's give a hand to a powerful man

A hand clap to the nigga with racks

But we ain't giving 'em back

Stay off the phone like you sending a fax

You gettin' slapped off the gentleman Jack

We livin' live:

Calvin Klein designed the inside of my ride

And a Jeep with the brush guard special deluxe cars

Niggas all stepped on so hard

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