The Big Vacation lyrics
by Curren$y
[Intro]
Yeah, Spitta
Yeah, Fly Society
[Verse 1]
Rims on the Coupe spinning like windmills
And the wrist 32 below minus the wind chill
The anticipation's starting to build
So I figured I could give 'em another dose of the real
I pull up at the spot so ill, let valet take the Lambo
First I gotta let them read my instruction manual
'Cause the [?] be a whole lot to handle
You can wreck the motherf*cker if you're not careful
I'm hearing more Curren$y bashing
I'm gaining momentum, loop steadily stacking
I don't really hеar 'em, I don't understand yackin'
All I talk is paper and digits and calculators
FS Jеts gettin' paid
You n*ggas broke and mad 'cause Cadillacs switched models on the Escalade
That's the old headlights, you better upgrade
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[Verse 2]
Benz Convoy with the wagon on the side
Bad b*tches just wanna f*ck and get high
So they f*ck with the planes 'cause they know we could put it in their life
Balcony [?] and world-class models
Wearing thongs, drinking out of champagne bottles
All fashion week, NYC
At the front row, Gucci show, ask for me
With a bad ho right in the seat next to me
Yeah, I'm a breath of fresh air
[?] it was in despair
Told you it would not be fair
No need to be compared to these n*ggas
Don't put me in a category nowhere with these n*ggas
I'm a whole 'nother story, I'm completely something different
Spitta, n*gga, yeah
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