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Jets @ Your Neck Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
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[Curren$y:] Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went A decorated veteran My bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy I say fuck it baby girl we gon' let him live Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all My young nigga told y'all it's getting cold out here dog Bundle up motherfuck being the runner-up 4 niggas deep though number one is us Text homie and tell him his number's up You services are no longer needed Rocka bye baby word to Kesha Broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti Them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool [Trademark da Skydiver:] Sharvees on my feet Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties Mind on a milli Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me Fuck 'em, I just duck 'em like the bitch that was just with me Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry Yeah, I stay high I dont fly on empty Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy Life of a jet bad bitches and good weed Fast cars and glass jars of sour D's Uhh TMSD the SV Hover over land lovers like a G3 Jets nigga from the net to the TV We came up quick and made this shit look easy Yeah, now they go in cop my CDs Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool [Young Roddy:] And it's jets over everything I put that on everything We been doing our thing anyway Nigga slash anywhere First let me twist this up I'mma tell my driver take me there Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this shit right here Marley told me kill this shit just don't forget your niggas here Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears Bet I blow That's a fact point blank period Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it Show your right I keep it real Something I'm familiar with Money coming, money going Man I keep on peeling it DFA My jet set camp Cats I get my millis with But really though what's really good She know I been the shit She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen I'm good life, my jet insurance keep me with benefits And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill niggas form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherfuckin' neck fool [Whizz:] Street Whizzy money,hoes and Jet clothing Blowing on that fruity pebble shit that have your throat chokin' We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9 floaters It's a crush I'm up in my zone, and you already know this See my grind, it's all up in my mind to come up with designs That attack a nigga mental, now they keeping off my rhyme It's finesse, it ain't nothing less cause I don't waste the time Steady zippin' through the city money gettin' it I'm fly If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high Picture perfect when I glide it's like a nerf up in the sky Twisting turning ya holdin position for my landing, acrobat Blink a eye and miss a act, stacks up in the leather sack Food Saver bag sealed up, that tropic winter pack Jet and my perfection, but the method is to get it back Bitches don't know how to act, they drooling on a nigga dick Swagger out of space, all in the clique, you need a membership. YEAH |
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