Open House

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[Intro] I only got one good ear on this thing [Verse] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty Hot Spitta visionary from the Crescent City Wallabee Clarks blowing cream crispy Shout out to Tony Starks, you influenced me immensely Niggas tried to rob me out my place in history That's why it's meant for me to put these mini-me's out of their misery Barking Mindy, Nikes, BMX bikes Grown child, big kid, this is my life I went left and it seems that decision was right 'Cause my buzz so loud you can hear it in your sleep at night Uh, it ain't even been a month yet Motherfuckin' niggas is back J-E-T's Curren$y Da Hot Spitta spread love every four weeks Still hotter than poppa bear's porridge Still got the '63 drop top in storage I'mma pull it out when the weather gets gorgeous And smoke out with the pedal to the floor on it Niggas throwing salt, I'm ignoring it Hot Spitta standing in his own dookie, he is on his shit [Outro] Yeah, yeah Bitches know the planes got it Bitches know the planes got it Yeah, uh And I almost forgot My name is in the streets And my name is my name Yeah
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- Curren$y