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Theme Music [GTA]

CURREN$Y · Bourbon Street Secrets 2016 · Track 06 of 06

Yeah... Purps on the Beat, 808 Mafia Sounds like some fucked up trick or treat music

I took the helicopter home from the Saints game last night Left the Ferrari at the Dome, I was too drunk to drive Real Grand Theft Auto lifestyle I couldn't make the shit up if I tried Fucked up the game in 2009 It was written in golden ink if I cosign Major labels was lovin' on my assembly line How I be doin' mine, sellin' these rhymes like coke lines Over time, every time, seein' double Supersport Chevys, what you know about that muscle Andretti, you cannot compare me to no busters Because they don't hustle, they afraid of the struggle The game will break them niggas down 'til it don't love 'em

Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a car with this, yeah

Wherever the money, I'm runnin' at With a empty sack Fillin' it up and I'm comin' back with all that, you need it I seen you scratch, you can't ignore your itch, you know you need your fix Chef Boy-Ar-Audio D, servin' that choice shit They on it, they want it That uncut, that rawness, no footprint No stretch, no cut, just that straight up Man, what the fuck They outside, they lined up Been waitin' for a nigga all month Knowin' that I got another one, another batch still yet to come

Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash

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