Chilled Coughphee lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Devin the Dude)

[Devin the Dude:]

III'm puffin, I never get enough in

I never cooked coke up on the stove top but I'm stuffin'

These nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt

But its trapped inside a rubber should I flush that ho out

To use again, well it depends, do I have another one

I cuss for fun, too cool to have to bust a gun

I don't have to duck and run, I could fuck a bum up quick

But thats some tenth grade shit

And its all about chillin', smilin', laughin'

So you know I'm willin', hollerin' and I'm grabbin'

At a freak before I leave, best believe I'm weeded

You rollin' that billy jean, bitch beat it

And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most

People propose a toast, from coast to coast

But it don't really matter who's the highest

If it ain't dope, there's no hope they ain't gone buy it

[Curren$y:]

Quarter tank of gas in my 71 double S

Quarter bag, mostly shake, but this will have to do I guess

GPS loaded with the coordinates

Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment

In the form of joints rolled, drinks poured

Her in nothin' but a robe, playin her role

I saw "The Mack" when I was only 11 years old

And I swore, to never be a simp for a ho

Approached the closed door, it cracked open before my eyes

Shorty wit a doobie of her own, I am not surprised

Cuz I don't kick it on the low, wit no bitch that don't get high

Wrap me a to-go plate and ask if I want her to drive

Cuz I got far too much on my mind

Industrial size gears, I'm caught in the grind

At yo grandma house

Plastic cover the couch

Before I sit down

She pressurin' me for smellin' like a pound