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Curren$y - Twistin Stank (Hard in the Paint) (2010)

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Curren$y - Twistin Stank (Hard in the Paint) lyrics


Verse 1:
uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistress
7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich
before i leave the town this what i told my bitch,
i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool shit
i hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta be so high up his ex girlfriends cant get ova him
call me all the time like we should go somewhere and chill baby you should get somewhere way the fuck away from here
this is jet life this how you want to live
got one bottle in yo section all ur homies scared to sip
our cups is ova runnin we got buckets of it bitch
pinky rings and thumbs your girl is dyin to run
i got some room fo her, brake lights on my coupe fo her, scooped her, screwed her, then threw her back to you once theres no use fo her

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cuz we winnin

Verse 2:
selfmade you just affiliated
i chuckle at ur lil money fuckin funny papers
space case volcano digi vapors
lookin down at my watch its like im flyin ova vegas
she workin them tables
no waiter, painted toes topless for them dollars get to the crib and count up on the flo
jets down south hustlin work to the colonel
independent slangin records bitch thats where i learned it
red light car show corner turner
11 second quarter mile no nos burner
suckers lost in the sauce as the world turnin
fools cant do nuttin got that jet life insurance

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch the planes see roddy thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cuz we winnin


Verse 3:
might not make this interview phones off door shut
sleepin off that o i smoked
wake me when more weed rolled up
do i got that good? sho nuff
yo girl wanna kiss my chucks
ho let me n mikey rocks pound out now she lookin for chuck
whole life pedal mashed
prayin god wont let me crash
no im slippin askin for forgiveness steady sinnin damn
all i am is just one man tryna smoke as best
i can keep a bitch thats ill at makin bongs out empty soda cans
rollin man over them
im so cold im polar bearin
all on these tracks
i love the fact they hatin that
laker sacks, boston packs cold words for my doja
told u once before the dialog the pilot smoke dont no her uh uh

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Verse 4:
slept on like a beach towel
haters lookin at em now paper stackin aint, no braggin i could buy us each a vowel
66 impalas leanin like italy lil pisa tower
beat the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers
time in incriments of money, not in seconds or hours
no matter what you losers do its gone come second to ours
gray skull power put the smash on them cowards
skeletors, scary whores aint ready for my metaphors
think my flow need betty ford
slurred words, twisted verbs
influenced by magic herbs
gee how i attach those words?
see me gliddin so drexler
finger roll perfect for sure
check the score we on the board
chairman shit I own the board

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