Curren$y, Harry Fraud and Jay Worthy - Editorials

Yeah check it out doe, Its Westside Worthy
Feel me?
Taking it back like that

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Blood Orange Pellegrino match the flame Buick Regal
The way I play the Vegas strip, you would think I'm Bugsy Siegel
This the rebirth of max Julien, I'm far from a Hooligan
A soft spoken gentlemen, who got a few lady friends
SL Mercedes Benz, that's just for the weekends
The fruits of her labor, what she did for a Mac then
Electric blinds sliding down the windows at the Bel Air
Room Service, Champagne bottles in the hottub
Private suite, told her book that shit for another week
Egyptian cotton pillow sheets, nothing but the best for P
Funny thing is, a nigga liveright up the street
Close to the Palisades, but I can't give too much away
Follow niggas home, and leave them soaking in thier driveway
You'll never catch me hanging with a bitch up at my own place
Fuck a stash in my ride, its in my lap when I slide meng
Cause nowadays you gotta be the first to squeeze your shit gang

Editorial how the story go
It was the beat or me, I can't be sorry fo'
Moving on our road, like dice across the globe
On ice, yellow gold
Millionaire mellow flow
Professional Camaro pedal steppin' on
This a 90, my other one a 81
Im seconds from the top where haters come
Gunning for your spot, you gotta watch out my nigga
And wait for them
Sure as the morning will bring us the sun
Them niggas hungry, and they want it
But them niggas dnot want to work for nothin'
But they lurk in the shadows they wait until you look too comfortable
Then they decide to attack you
The fact them niggas coming for you just look bad for you
But you can't let no fuck shit happen too you

Written by:
Jeffrey Sidhoo, Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin

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