Curren$y & Harry Fraud – Light Switch (ft. Gunplay) (Audio, Lyrics)

Curren$y & Harry Fraud collaborate on “Light Switch” featuring Gunplay. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Harry Fraud.

Curren$y Light Switch

If you’ve been a fan of Curren$y’s music for the last decade, then you’re probably already well-aware that when it comes to authentic musicality, he never falls short and this is no exception. His latest single, “Light Switch” featuring Gunplay and produced by Harry Fraud, is a creative, one-of-a-kind combination of underground rap energy and jazz lounge vibes.

Curren$y & Harry Fraud – Light Switch (ft. Gunplay) (prod. Harry Fraud)

Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yuh, yuh
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
This shit so real you could feel it
Nigga the game so heavy it could kill you if you tried to lift it
We come up [?] try to steal ’em
Press conferences revealing all our latest dealings
Hurt their feelings, rubbing their eyes squintin’
They don’t wanna see us get to the million
But we did it, fuck them niggas
We [?] and fuck their bitches
Got a sketch pad full of pictures, images I created with color pencils
My lyrics is just that vivid
Wouldn’t spit it ‘less I lived it
The baddest women [?] in the backyard tongue kissing
I’m really from that shit, we really run this shit
But we done it with humblers
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
Rolls Royce in the driveway with a Bentley parked in front of it
Copped them both, I couldn’t decide which one to get
Hitters would hit your light switch if you was to ever come for this
East side

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
[?] legit
No more countertops [?] counterfeits
Still down to up the [?] bitch
Fantasizing ’bout a zipper brown [?] flip and turn to six
A role models cold blooded old time hitter
[?] still riding with us
Trappin’ out of [?] while these bitches ego trippin’
Still dressing black [?]
Give me more than one, a kilo missing
Been on the run, still on my C-note mission
[?] I’m from [?] District
Came home and I ain’t hear no whisperin’
[?] while the top is off
She called me crazy, tongue say I’m her type of soft
License out only when my ice is out
Pop that pussy for me, after [?] price is off