Pick N Roll by Currensy
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
2001 True Blues, some high end denim
Cost a lil grip, them motherfuckahs won't bleed on my
shoes
Excuse me if I'm steppin on your image
Wake up and smell this pimpin
These bitches gettin dazed and confused
But I can show em where to get it
And what to do with it
I just gotta see how much I fuck with you
And if you deserve to live this
Jet Life shit you hear about in them songs when you be
chillin
Smokin somethin strong for the long lost
Never got to see the boy grow up, become his own boss
It's all good though, I'm doin this for ya'll
In that Flying Spur bumpin that Soulja Slim, Give It 2
Em Raw
Rockin the fur and the white t-shirt, chinchilla with a
lil hood on it
Hoes be wantin to feel on it, chill homie
She chose a G, nigga, with a bag of that Kill Bill on
him
[Hook: Curren$y]
I swear this is like when
Birdie and them walked in the gym on Above the Rim
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