Karaoke Track: Armoire by Curren$Y Ft. Young Roddy And Trademark Da Skydiver (Pop Hits)

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Hey just reach me the ladder
So he made this eh

PossibIe

For Cuban links
Yellow gold
January cold

My mink
I&#39;m from the the school of old
Check out my ring
I won the Super Bowl

At hash
I saw the Mona Lisa blink

Not falling off my ass
&#39;Cause I lean like the
Tower of Piza on stained glass

At the church
Funeral services for this beat
Niggas tryin&#39; to steal my style

I can hear &#39;em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside
Tryin&#39; to break in your Z

28 or your Double 8
They hit your Trans-Am

For your big nose hood
And you know them fools man

And I swear that ain&#39;t no good
But I&#39;m not surprised
&#39;Cause it&#39;s all fair in the game

Offmm these bitches
Due to your street fame

Niggas is beast hype
Tryin&#39; to be like what we write

Ain&#39;t nothing but that Jet Life

I&#39;m talking stack in the
Walls floors ceilings

A house made of money
Feel what I&#39;m building

nan

&#39;Cause this rap 3
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

&#39;Cause this rap sm&#39;
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

I&#39;m talkin&#39;
Pounds in the fridge
Hundred stacks in the armoire

Constant reminders
Of what the fm
We grind for

nan

&#39;Cause this rap 3
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

&#39;Cause this rap sm&#39;
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

Still at it
Jet Set mathematics

I&#39;m from the city of choppers
Clappers and levee crackage

All levels completed
Bitch I&#39;m all Madden

Smoking out the E-Class wagon

It&#39;s just that to the airport action
I get more Mister 2 door

Still running triple 0 game
On my new hoes

More than one time
Was ltold
That I was too cold

Gucci Mane
Tryin&#39; to be grizzly
Burr on these hoes

Foundation laid
And from that a mansion rose
When my driver

Bring your bitches home
Ask her how that Caddy roll

You can tell
That she was with daddy
Just smell her clothes

Money and smoke
That&#39;s all I know

I&#39;m talking stacks in the
Walls floors ceilings

A house made of money
Feel what I&#39;m building

nan

&#39;Cause this rap 3
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

&#39;Cause this rap sm&#39;
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

I&#39;m talkin&#39;
Pounds in the fridge
Hundred stacks in the armoire

Constant reminders
Of what the fm
We grind for

nan

&#39;Cause this rap 3
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

&#39;Cause this rap sm&#39;
Just my hustle baby
We paper chasin&#39;

That&#39;s what that sound like

Jet Life

Andretti
Young Roddy

Trademark Da Skydiver

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