Curren$y
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Curren$y
Curren$y & Juicy J
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Curren$y & Styles P & Young Roddy
Curren$y & Juvenile
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Curren$y & Trinidad James & Lloyd
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Track number 5 on “New Jet City” features the Three Six Mafia front man Juicy J
Side Note: it’s only fitting that he would be on a track with the words “three” and “6” in the title.
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them bitches wanting to fuck, got them haters tryna' fuck with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this shit, I get a little bit more meticulous
Descriptive when I spit that shit
Nigga we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your bitch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't shit bae I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I'm a exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
[Chorus: Curren$y]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
[Bridge: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J pimp shit hard on a bitch
Talk the draw's off a bitch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes let 'em slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Rich nigga shit, I bet your bitch give me head on stage
Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky
Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' fuck
A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK
Bitch I shine like a U.V. ray
And I get head like a new toupee
Scared money don't make no money
I make your ho open my door for me
I copped the Phantom, all black
I'm in the back with a snow bunny
Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
I bought that bitch with my show money
Damn right nigga, I paid cash
Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing
I'm feeling like Superman, I'm smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night
[Chorus: Curren$y]
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
[Bridge: Curren$y]
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty