Curren$y - Vintage Vineyard [Lyrics/Paroles]

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Curren$y - Vintage Vineyard


Open fireplaces

Me and my lady back home from a winetasting

The scene was crazy, millionaires around shades and trades and saying good jokes

Helicopters choppin as we smoke

Plottin on the way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down

Snipers outside, my compound inside

We pow wow, been doin this for some time now

Andretti, most slept on, like yo big homie’s couch

I’m from New Orleans, you get crapped on and X’d out

And we like damn, we was just talkin to homie

Stressed, EMS, threw them covers on em

But them children already seen ya, 3 in the morning

Woke his whole family up with that screaming (nightmares)

Visions of hits, niggas dyin, livin in shit

I’m just writin bout it like in my anxiety

Call this like 8 ball, corner pocket

Drop it

Real niggas done died over a bitch’s lies

I know my brother will ride if ever but never

The corporation wrote forever even when I’m down

Play my shit and light yo bong, like throws this on

We family, I’m there for you right or wrong

They don’t have to get us all the same weight dog

Tiozine, sun rooftop, the doja in the wind, my men don’t stop

You know you tryin to get in

Dippin up the block with a G like him, these is rare events

To live another way doesn’t make sense

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