Curren$y – “Jermaine Dupri”

Date 2021-03-01

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

Curren$y is out with a new single titled “Jermaine Dupri”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Harry Fraud.

Curren$y Jermaine Dupri

Curren$y Jermaine Dupri

Curren$y has a massive discography that only keeps on growing. The NOLA rapper is a vet in the rap game whose passion for his craft hasn’t diminished over the years. He’s maintained a strong sense of his artistry and brand, even when he’s crossing over into the worlds of his collaborators.

This week, the rapper returned with his latest body of work, Collection Agency, marking the release of his first project of the year. The album is a 10 song effort with a sole feature coming from Larry June. “Jermaine Dupri” is a stand-out record arriving towards the middle of the project. Curren$y details his lavish lifestyle filled with budsmoke and muscle cars while referencing Jermaine Dupri’s episode of Cribs where he showed off his Bentley Continental T.

Curren$y – Jermaine Dupri (prod. Harry Fraud)


La Musica De Harry Fraud (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Rain on the Phantom windshield, tears when the friends kill
How that shit feel? You not equipped for the field
And they smell fear, clouds darken as they draw near
How’d you get here shit, like a shitty record deal
Pulled up on factory wheels with the racing gear
I could make a million appear, no back and forth
With a boss who could have you brought up in the trunk of a car
At that point it’s past talk, so you should leave it in park
That’s way more smart, Andretti, I put years into this art
You cannot compare me, went from hood rich to wealthy
A pandemic outside, I’m tryna stay healthy, God help me
I’m dope as fuck, they hassle me in airports ’cause dogs smell me
Y’all sketchy, that’s why y’all can’t catch me, try to text me
Five Chevys front the house, I’m inside smoked out
With some NBA socks on ’cause a nigga ballin’, huh
Threw me in the hole, put on hella gold and then I crawled out
Brung them cars out, turned some broads out
Underground superstars, now, bitch, what you talkin’ ’bout?
I put the homies in position to get millions
Pray to D’Ussé every year I get a new Bentley, thumbing through Benjis
Rose gold Forgis lookin’ like the largest pennies underneath the foreign
Success make you a target in my city
I’m never sleepin’, but I dream big
As a teen I watched MTV Cribs
Jermaine Dupri had the Continental T in the garage
And said you ain’t a big dog unless you got one of these, yeah
And now I’m driving precision because now I’m that nigga
Some of my cars self-park, but I don’t trust it
All them funky bitches who think they smart play Mario Kart with they hearts
See a OG nod slow, I’ll low-key tear you apart
Simple as pimpin’ the pen and throwin’ the motherfuckin’ thought
Never missing my mark
Game-winner from the three point arc
A dozen Lamborghinis send ’em in a panic
It was madness like March, the watch froze
My watch is in the vault, too icy need, need to thaw out

Chevys on switches, baby
Smoke weed in it, post it in your pictures
Hittin’ switches on Chef Highway, dippin’

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