La musica de Harry Fraud
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Yeah
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[Curren$y:]
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Exit in the striker boat
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Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap
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Its in the ceilings, it's in the walls, it's in the floor
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That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor
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Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94
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Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good
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G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods
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Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it
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Way different from them, momma who let them in
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Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick their lighters to
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Hook:
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Yeah, Yeah
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This is Harlem in New Orleans
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This is old school and drop farmers (right)
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This that first smoke of the month
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This that shit you always wanted (right)
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I hope you suckas are ready for it
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You know your bitches waiting on it, uh
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This that first smoke of the month
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This that shit you always wanted
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[Smoke DZA:]
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Riiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud
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Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love
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A1 under these rap gods that's fuckin' with us
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They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are?
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You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated
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If you don't fill acting, chances is you a hater
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I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you
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All in your feelings, you can't help it
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Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round
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I can see through the fake love and fake pounds
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I ain't trippin I don't kick it with em
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No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it
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DZA
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Hook:
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Yeah, Yeah
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This is Harlem in New Orleans
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This is old school and drop farmers (right)
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This that first smoke of the month
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This that shit you always wanted (right)
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I hope you suckas are ready for it
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You know your bitches waiting on it, uh
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This that first smoke of the month
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This that shit you always wanted
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First Light
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Curren$y |