Hammers & Vogues Lyrics
| Song | Hammers & Vogues |
| Artist | Curren$y |
| Album | Savage Journey To The American Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hammers and | |
| Vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish [Verse 1: Stalley] | |
| I'm selling peace on | |
| Earth, God | |
| I'm trying not to be so worked, | |
| God For what it's worth, | |
| I'm overtime | |
| Grindin' until the sun up | |
| Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up | |
| Niggas keep testing me, | |
| I'm tryna put these guns up | |
| They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespassers | |
| All these demons in my way, | |
| I'm tryna brush past them | |
| The psychology of armed robbery excites them | |
| Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten | |
| Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up | |
| Lost a couple partners, now | |
| I'm just past ten | |
| And one of them going in he might catch a | |
| L or Get a one to ten, | |
| I'm just tryna reel him in | |
| Keep him safe from this jungle | |
| But it's hard to keep these apes out the rumble, | |
| I was tryna make amends | |
| Stack a couple ends | |
| Cause there's no ends to this life that we live so | |
| I'm on my | |
| Jet ish Shout to | |
| Curren$y, a nigga straight respect it | |
| Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife | |
| And think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Curren$y] | |
| Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown | |
| My Rolex represents the work that | |
| I put down | |
| I hustled hard for this | |
| Getting it, riding 'round, soft top '76 | |
| Become a legend in the south, nigga we the shit | |
| Jet Life got yo bitch's fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting | |
| Fool if you ain't up on things | |
| I know you seen me and | |
| Stalley exiting that plane | |
| Jamaica living playa, | |
| I'm too high for you to aim at | |
| Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap | |
| Nigga, I live like my dead homeboy still here | |
| Order a hundred bottles and sit ‘em by empty chairs | |
| It's just money, we hustling, we gon' get more of it | |
| I counted a hundred grand this morning | |
| Them niggas gon' hate and them hoes gon' – you know [Hook x4] [Verse 3: Stalley] | |
| Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures | |
| They call me the perfect enigma | |
| These haters call me the example of a perfect stigma | |
| But to be quite perfect, | |
| I ain't perfect nigga | |
| I mean I could be perfect wit' ya | |
| But I'd rather puff the swisher and listen to some | |
| Mister Styrofoam, no glasses | |
| Codeine poured thicker than molasses, | |
| I'm leaning when | |
| I'm blowed | |
| I'm just speaking what | |
| I know, they say | |
| I walk like a show | |
| Motion picture, full feature | |
| I'm numb to what's going on, no emotions, hard to reach him | |
| And I keep my circle small so | |
| I'm hard to leech from | |
| And I'm living like | |
| Robin Leach, son | |
| Lifestyles of the rich and famous, | |
| I ain't leased one | |
| All them Chevys mine and completely done | |
| Rallies dualies and the | |
| T-tops when | |
| I need to see the sun [Hook x4] |
| Hammers and | |
| Vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish Verse 1: Stalley | |
| I' m selling peace on | |
| Earth, God | |
| I' m trying not to be so worked, | |
| God For what it' s worth, | |
| I' m overtime | |
| Grindin' until the sun up | |
| Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up | |
| Niggas keep testing me, | |
| I' m tryna put these guns up | |
| They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespassers | |
| All these demons in my way, | |
| I' m tryna brush past them | |
| The psychology of armed robbery excites them | |
| Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten | |
| Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up | |
| Lost a couple partners, now | |
| I' m just past ten | |
| And one of them going in he might catch a | |
| L or Get a one to ten, | |
| I' m just tryna reel him in | |
| Keep him safe from this jungle | |
| But it' s hard to keep these apes out the rumble, | |
| I was tryna make amends | |
| Stack a couple ends | |
| Cause there' s no ends to this life that we live so | |
| I' m on my | |
| Jet ish Shout to | |
| Curren y, a nigga straight respect it | |
| Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife | |
| And think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice Hook x4 Verse 2: Curren y | |
| Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown | |
| My Rolex represents the work that | |
| I put down | |
| I hustled hard for this | |
| Getting it, riding ' round, soft top ' 76 | |
| Become a legend in the south, nigga we the shit | |
| Jet Life got yo bitch' s fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting | |
| Fool if you ain' t up on things | |
| I know you seen me and | |
| Stalley exiting that plane | |
| Jamaica living playa, | |
| I' m too high for you to aim at | |
| Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap | |
| Nigga, I live like my dead homeboy still here | |
| Order a hundred bottles and sit em by empty chairs | |
| It' s just money, we hustling, we gon' get more of it | |
| I counted a hundred grand this morning | |
| Them niggas gon' hate and them hoes gon' " you know Hook x4 Verse 3: Stalley | |
| Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures | |
| They call me the perfect enigma | |
| These haters call me the example of a perfect stigma | |
| But to be quite perfect, | |
| I ain' t perfect nigga | |
| I mean I could be perfect wit' ya | |
| But I' d rather puff the swisher and listen to some | |
| Mister Styrofoam, no glasses | |
| Codeine poured thicker than molasses, | |
| I' m leaning when | |
| I' m blowed | |
| I' m just speaking what | |
| I know, they say | |
| I walk like a show | |
| Motion picture, full feature | |
| I' m numb to what' s going on, no emotions, hard to reach him | |
| And I keep my circle small so | |
| I' m hard to leech from | |
| And I' m living like | |
| Robin Leach, son | |
| Lifestyles of the rich and famous, | |
| I ain' t leased one | |
| All them Chevys mine and completely done | |
| Rallies dualies and the | |
| Ttops when | |
| I need to see the sun Hook x4 |
| Hammers and | |
| Vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish Verse 1: Stalley | |
| I' m selling peace on | |
| Earth, God | |
| I' m trying not to be so worked, | |
| God For what it' s worth, | |
| I' m overtime | |
| Grindin' until the sun up | |
| Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up | |
| Niggas keep testing me, | |
| I' m tryna put these guns up | |
| They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespassers | |
| All these demons in my way, | |
| I' m tryna brush past them | |
| The psychology of armed robbery excites them | |
| Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten | |
| Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up | |
| Lost a couple partners, now | |
| I' m just past ten | |
| And one of them going in he might catch a | |
| L or Get a one to ten, | |
| I' m just tryna reel him in | |
| Keep him safe from this jungle | |
| But it' s hard to keep these apes out the rumble, | |
| I was tryna make amends | |
| Stack a couple ends | |
| Cause there' s no ends to this life that we live so | |
| I' m on my | |
| Jet ish Shout to | |
| Curren y, a nigga straight respect it | |
| Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife | |
| And think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice | |
| Think twice before you throw the dice Hook x4 Verse 2: Curren y | |
| Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown | |
| My Rolex represents the work that | |
| I put down | |
| I hustled hard for this | |
| Getting it, riding ' round, soft top ' 76 | |
| Become a legend in the south, nigga we the shit | |
| Jet Life got yo bitch' s fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting | |
| Fool if you ain' t up on things | |
| I know you seen me and | |
| Stalley exiting that plane | |
| Jamaica living playa, | |
| I' m too high for you to aim at | |
| Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap | |
| Nigga, I live like my dead homeboy still here | |
| Order a hundred bottles and sit em by empty chairs | |
| It' s just money, we hustling, we gon' get more of it | |
| I counted a hundred grand this morning | |
| Them niggas gon' hate and them hoes gon' " you know Hook x4 Verse 3: Stalley | |
| Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures | |
| They call me the perfect enigma | |
| These haters call me the example of a perfect stigma | |
| But to be quite perfect, | |
| I ain' t perfect nigga | |
| I mean I could be perfect wit' ya | |
| But I' d rather puff the swisher and listen to some | |
| Mister Styrofoam, no glasses | |
| Codeine poured thicker than molasses, | |
| I' m leaning when | |
| I' m blowed | |
| I' m just speaking what | |
| I know, they say | |
| I walk like a show | |
| Motion picture, full feature | |
| I' m numb to what' s going on, no emotions, hard to reach him | |
| And I keep my circle small so | |
| I' m hard to leech from | |
| And I' m living like | |
| Robin Leach, son | |
| Lifestyles of the rich and famous, | |
| I ain' t leased one | |
| All them Chevys mine and completely done | |
| Rallies dualies and the | |
| Ttops when | |
| I need to see the sun Hook x4 |
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