Who Styled Ya by Currensy
Thou shall not front on real shit
Aww hell
Face a thousand deaths
From Mr. Spit Vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make bitches legs open like lambo doors
Up, Out
Nigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick orderin food she can't pronounce
Eat mama
Let it stick to your ribs
But no pics
Tell your friends bout the shit that we did
Cause I can't have no evidence
Of me hangin with other chicks
Floatin round
Wifey tryna fight me on some Springer shit
It's Curren$y
Or you can call me Mr. Clean Kicks
My day job consists of business first
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