Curren$y & Harry Fraud - Riveria Beach (ft. Conway) - Lyrics
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Curren$y & Harry Fraud release "Riveria Beach" featuring Conway.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the Harry Fraud-produced song.
Curren$y and Harry Fraud recently reunited to drop off a brand new serving of music in The Outrunners, a project that features guest appearances from Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa, and Conway The Machine.
And while there's plenty of bars to keep the fans satiated throughout, it's hard to deny the appeal of a Jet Life and Griselda link-up.
On "Riviera Beach," which finds Curren$y connecting with The Machine, the pair waste little time in getting their message across.
Taking to Harry Fraud's slick production, sparse enough to give the emcees space to shine, Curren$y sets it off with a strong opening verse.
"She send a text she want to straddle me off in my castle," he begins.
"Palomino horses on Louis Vuitton saddles, I ain't ever bought her sandals, but every flavor Jordan 1's she have em." And while Curren$y's tale of gangsta love seems to occupy his headspace, the Machine remains dedicated to the grind.
"Sellin' quarters back in New York for the Jeff Hostet, shots wet his porch left him bleeding on his top step," he spits.
"God bless when I'm repeatedly squeezing my tech / they said they wanted smoke but then they immediately digress." Curren$y & Harry Fraud - Riveria Beach (ft.
Harry Fraud) Lyrics.
[Curren$sy] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah (La Musica de Harry Fraud)She send a text she want to straddle me of in my castle Palomino horses on Louis Vitton saddles I ain't never bought her sandals But every flavor Jordan 1 she have em Rolling' a fattie while I'm mashin' Got them Windows Crackin' Weed clouds got her eyes burning' But she getting used to it now cause she's a fast learner And a great earner I swear she pulled down mo' figures than you and your niggas Picture me blowin' larger when they said I wouldn't get no bigger Jet Life we just bought more buildings Built them motherfuckers out and parked them new Ferraris in it These ain't lyrics my nigga I spit it cause I did it And that's the difference between me and them other [Conway:] Police raid the spot We open shop back up soon as the cops left Still like 50 P's we got left Tell me why would I stress? When I woke up this morning so I'm blessed I told my lil' bro you're bag comin' trust the process Cook a whole bird Bobby Flay I'm a top chef Sellin' quarters back in New York for the Jeff Hostet Shots wet his porch left him bleeding on his top step God bless when I'm repeatedly squeezing my tech They said they wanted smoke but then they immediately digress I feed off the track this beat I can easily digest Obstacles I unbelievably side step Every one of my projects resonates with niggas still in the projects Conway