Not So Much by Currensy
Uh, Dual exhaust Tips
Windows cracked, my sunroof back
This is New Orleans, I'm on my own shit
They fucks with that, that's love shown back
Lock the door behind ya homie
Roll that up, no skinnies baby all fats, Uh
I can tell you about it, make believe partners
Shade tree bitches, they smell cheap designer
Imposter's, I need distance, Fuck bitches
Living life on the wild angle like ace boogie's bookie
You already know as we though previously discussed it
Eyes low, spirit's high when I greet the public
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