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Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - New Thangs (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

The white girl is Donna, another prostitute In five years, she has had five pimps She now operates without one I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done Employ 'em for love affair That's what they love, like Everybody wants love And a pimp isn't going to go like that (yeah, yeah, yeah) As soon as another younger (yeah, yeah) Cuter girl comes along that can make more money (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm going after her, I can't stand (dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da, yeah, yeah) Uh, white and yellow Air Max as I step out my 'Lac Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act I pulled up in a "what's this?", I came out in a "what's that?" A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack They talk but never attack, I walk with God, I'm relaxed I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors (Gone take you to that next level) You niggas always stressin' I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin' New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em Yeah Dada-da, dada-da, dada Dada-da, dada-da, dada Dada-da, dada-da, dada Yeah Rockin' Virgil Air Max, Off-White cook crack I got the razor blade and clippers, you get your shit pushed back I turned some shit into sugarcane, a nigga couldn't look back I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that One pair of shoes, now I got everything to lose Virginia street blues Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues Pussy ass nigga Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it It's Gangsta Kane
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Freddie Gibbs, Shante Scott Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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