Songtext Cleopatra zones Curren$y

Cleopatra zones

Life, my money up I bought the same car twice
I put one up museum piece, it's on ice,
A future classic I've got four sikes out,
Too cold to be stole you'll get frost bite
I'm often imitated, so they never cop and write
Logos on my letter hand jets copy right,
Protected learn my lesson through some deals that wasn't right
Time spinnin like bananas burn up set the light
Through my set about the window, we know what them hoes like,
Rich nigga hoes choose upon sight,
Shit baby girl want some shit rip with that rice
She know them niggas from my side drop nice,
Cars parkin and lost disappear for the night
Four cocks in my bucket rose click though
In my system I'm right, bitch calm down I'll be acting all psyched
I'm not one of them guys, that's gon hurry up and buy
I'm laid back I ain't gotta
I ain't got a purse to fuck you don't wanna give me that
As I proceed the role up something loud
Bust your ear drums, bitch I'm bossed out, smoke something
Living through these, vice city goggles, roof top shots of vodka
Hella pair, bar hoppin
Cancel that bitch ? buy a new one, I'm always shopping.
Move as the marvel over the metal terranian
Money make the snobbish aks again what lane he is
Blood suckers like born Transilvanian
Blocks so hot they prayin for the rain again
I'm triple digits outside of this cool lip
The swag get broke she bringin her rules there
The neighborhood got a LeBron and a Jordan
The jump man staying for jumping off the porch and
On describe I got a weight with a small fortune
In my life my right to live,
Miss Cong dunking your thoughts bits of ground chuck
Parts of you mistrust don't know what you bound up
So much white thing Christ been found us,
And I never forget when they tried to drown us,
We done buried so many and prayed for way more
When scary ain't in us we on the red door
Blood of our innocent youngin, his fault of numbin
Massacres at the movie the aid of what we're becoming
Battle in my bark lees is black card my car keys
I took her to the hustlers, spent time, I talk these
Buzzes in the paper make er don't want leave
Flood so sweet a diabetic want there
I'm on these tunes and ghetto ones
See me choose we never run, better prove we never gone

All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me

All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something
All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me

Just brought this here for me
Ain't none of this in the inlo