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'Purple Haze' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James)
Here is Purple Haze Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next

[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, ? don't pull me down

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your ? play
I laughed when I took her back ? serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
? sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life

[Hook]

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'These Bitches' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. French Montana)
Here is These Bitches Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. French Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes ?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life

[Hook]

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'Viva La Life' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Cornerboy P)
Here is Viva La Life Lyrics by Curren$y Ft. Cornerboy P

[Hook: Curren$y]
la,la,la,life, jet, la la la

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Fuck what you say lil nigga
I just smoked your Rolex
Right hand in this boo holmes
Might have you a roach left
Your girl gonna promote Jets
Anywhere she go yup
That’s why you be so stressed
That’s why you be so pressed
Not sure where we go next
But I collect that show check
Make her money every night
Just to say what I write
So high under flashing lights
Niggas will kill you for this life
Niggas will kill you for this ice
But diamonds look good on me right?
They gonna hate you anyway
That’s what I heard Gucci say
So early tomorrow morning
My new foreign on them Folgers
From stacking we back to touring
Brought some cars with us we towing
Two buses, two trucks with trailers
…on it , yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Corner Boy P]
Niggas hate but I’m still love em
Fuck my .. don enough for em
Same niggas who watched my growth
I would’ve rode for ‘em
Took one for ‘em
These feelings they friends get
When they feeling like you getting rich
Changing on me like N-O weather
You don’t get no patch
You supposed to know better
Grind for it it’ll come to you
Shit I shouldn’t be the one to tell you
I’m living proof when I’m sliding through
I’m something else ho they ain’t tell you
Them diamonds on me like they falling off
We on top ain’t falling off
And life’s a bitch it fucked plenty niggas
You gonna need more than a condom homie

[Hook]

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'His and Her Ferraris' Lyrics - Curren$y
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[Verse]
His and her Ferraris, she was there when I started
Rolled with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
Saw a king in me, knew my crown was coming
Carry me like royalty, back when I had nothing
Now a nigga stunting and them angry fuckers grumpy
She be wanted to spend her bread to get them niggas wacked for me
I ain't tripping off them simpleton honey, I think it's funny
How your partner go on to plotting and then they be wanting to pop ya
I keep my circle tight, earth, wind, fire
My bitch, my weed, my lighter, night rider driving
Music at a cool volume I don't think they more higher
Then us, if you ain't pass the stars then you right by one
Got a fresh pardon to death, jet life and it's the set
Married to the mob, 25 thousand dollars
Baby that's not no dress, that's a gown
Look good on ya but it would look way better on the ground

[Hook]x2
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going

[Verse]
His and her Ferraris she was there when I started
Never question me stepping in, 4 in the morning
Respected my hustle, knew the kid had to be gone
Wasn't right how I left you lonely but that's how it is baby girl
When you chose a man that's hungry
Common sense to want somebody that wants some shit
I want all of this, whatever comith to me and whatever they was gon' get
If they hating on me, fuck them niggas, that's just how I feel
Smoking that fully automatic with no safety on it, chill
Dangerous OG and medical label on it for real
Dress sharply like the Taylor Tate razor army
Made the papers all about how I make paper homie
A couple of ladies, I'm kinda player, don't let that phase ya
Want another one, when we land we'll be in Las Vegas
Call your home girls tell ‘em you made it
Fuck that, fly your home girls in tell ‘em you major we made it

[Outro]
L lfe, his and her Ferrari she was there when I started
His and her Ferrari she was there when I started
Roll with me when I wasn't sure where I was going
His and her Ferrari she was there when I

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High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through

Turbo charged bars
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap wars
Ain’t nothing band-aids won’t cover
Touring with 7D coverage
Live bands, two buses, my own cash
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby
We went from crawling to walking to running
You can’t see nothing, you under gag order
Hopping out of Audi’s hurting y’all with kicks, I’m the Transporter
Think about it, never mind, you ain’t gotta
I’m already on some whole other, word to yo mufuckin self
Nobody else gon’ do it for ya, nobody else
Every now and then someone’ll offer ya help, but they ain’t doing nothing
‘Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain’t bluffing
Kush puffing on you jive turkeys
Stuffing stockings with these gifts
Audible applaudables homie take a wiff

High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through

When you a man, action is what’s expected, nothing is spoken on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these poor rappers so fast they call me ?
I beautifully exude the vibe that’s free of ambiguity
Ya goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to me
It’s coonery, it’s lunacy, let’s make a plane
Only way that you hang is attached to a tree
The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently
She make it rain
When I’m on fire, she always try to douse me
Only reason that you make it rain is ‘cause your diamonds cloudy
I see you from a mile away when it get overcast
Old people feel it in they bones, invade your home like I broke the glass
And let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in Tunisia
Spread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movement
The score to your achievements, never join ‘em so you gotta beat ‘em
It’s carpe diem hey (hey) yeah

High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through

Like kindergarteners
My vision’s bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya
The starving’ll speed on ya, stampede on ya
Impede on your pockets then pee on ya
Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens
Spending, established, with women dining and laughing
But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in-
To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened
Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped
So many times I can build casinos from scratch
Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax
That’s what my mental say, but my physical’s been detached, I’m on some other shit
Like fuck the government, take the higher rankings, where’s the mothership?
I made a covenant that I was changing by my luck is bent
Quite disgusting when reality ? where the fuck you been?
Left him face down like he was planking
In a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motive
You can bench curl your tribulations, that sensation’s insulting
Got a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging?
Regardless of who you pick know life’s a bitch when you ain’t focused nigga
I’m focused

High rises, day breaks
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It’s darkest before light
I’m gonna push through

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[Intro: Curren$y]
Yea… Life
Type shit…
You need to have a driver for this
Type shit you ride home too

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Niggas too talkative
? ass simps, I’m on this bossin’ shit
My homie just came home, he got a corner office in this
Empire, I constructed brick by brick, this rap hustling
Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, fuck it
If it could be sold then lets do it, if it could be sold we gon’ move it
I got the driveway to prove it, crazy high, but I’m not stupid
Blood hound know where the loot is, bring my homies straight to it

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
My bitches gettin’ high to the music
My gangsta bros before me show me exactly how to do it
You only gon’ get out it, whatever you put into it
So I go extra to make sure my shit come with the leather
The sunroof, the carbon fiber, ??? whatever
Navigation, blue tooth, all kind of shit I never use
Sittin’ in that Skyline, the style of a stockbroker
Storytellin’ weed slanging pot smoker
Revolutionary, rollin Chevy till I fall over
Told em, bury me a G and let my momma have the cheese
Though I’ll never die cause the music livin’ in the streets
That’s all that matter to me
Cause this other shit ain’t real, them hoes just fuckin’ because of that deal
These niggas livin’ life with you until they just get jealous and you get killed
I’m just ridin’,smokin’,prayin’
That the lord keep them away, and we keep gettin’ this money
Cause we legends in the makin’, I’m sayin’
…life

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[Verse 1]
Been shipping that Lam to the crib while I’m on tour
When I get off of this bus it’s gon’ be pedal to the floor
‘Fore a nigga even step foot through the door it’s gon’ be laps in that ho
Dolo – fool I ain’t got time for no bitches
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While I’m rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, niggas always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that shit they scribbling
Bitches see my bitches and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking shit in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, that’s penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, I’d advise you to play your position
‘Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a nigga been focused since I said hi to her
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food, fool who designed you?
Nigga I was built to make sure this sucka shit get kilt
Homie I’m a whale, big mufuckin’ fish
Of course you gon’ see a ocean where I lived
Of course if I rolled it, it’s top shelf pimp
Of course you got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim

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'WOH' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Styles P)
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[Intro]
They ain’t high as us
Niggas lying to ya
They ain’t high as us

There’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

Niggas ain’t high as us
Lying to ya

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, undetected by radar
Close circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You niggas just say y’all
Doing that shit, I been into it nigga, play ball
Junior varsity don’t want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain’t slow
Tell me it’s ’bout a check, you’ll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the bowls in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars ‘fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control’s in my lap
’84 riding, I did that for my lifers

[Hook]
Yea, uh
It’s more money to get, cars to park
Bitches to break, wars to start
I’m still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it’s only us, dog

(Way out here)

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar, these bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the ? you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz, ? I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I’m speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I’m blowing loud
You can grow weed but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain’t real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that shit we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M’s off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids’ metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest nigga alive, I think you asked for me
I’m jet-setting with my nigga Spitta
We like to speak paper and it’s getting thicker

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'Mirrors' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Smoke DZA)
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[Hook: Curren$y]
Riding on mirrors
Help them sucka ass niggas see it clearer
See yourself, watch us get richer
Me and my nigga DZA, riding on mirrors

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Hundred for a yacht
Smoking out the state room, make room for a nigga
Bigger than the block, feds taking pictures
Inquisitive, interested in how I make my living
From this balling and chilling, penciling pen pimping
Two of my bottom bitches, ? write my name on it
Checks that I sign, it’s roll up time, windex the windows in my mind
And let the ones who understand see what’s going on inside
Only share with those, worth they weight in gold
Gotta be in the know to really know though
You know my bitch eyes slanted, Yoko
? Andretti, highed up, peace signs in my photos
Headrest bearing the family crest
Baby girl, you clearly rocking with the best
Eulogize when I ride for I’m fresh to death

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Jet Lifing on these bitches like I’m ‘posed ta
Rugby bandana wrap my head up like the Hulkster
And I ain’t banging though, unless I’m banging hoes
Bitches suck and swallow like they tryna find the antidote
Niggas be fronting, acting mad for real
‘Til you slide they main squeeze, have them made for real
Weak bladders, I be pissing them off
Cause payback is more of a bitch when your bitch is involved
Classic ‘Lo on my ’97 Pennys, this my vintage fit
Think Christmas, I be tree lit up, no Rockefeller Center shit
This fucking hash tasting sweeter than some cinnasticks
Have you fidgeting then put you out real sinister
More onions, I need more hundreds
Posers don’t want it, they Malibu’s Most Wanted
We all know you ain’t really that guy
You don’t even be inhaling, you be faking the high
Riiiiiight

[Hook]

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[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Couple niggas they die young
Real niggas they die rich
Life’s a slut, dirty hoe,
Either way, I came bits
Came back with 3 females
Porsche out front getting details
That president in that presidential
Big face and that’s detail
Whole thing that’s whole sale
Kush louder than a door bell
Parked up in your town
With the whole flow at the hotel
Trump towers I’m sky high
One wish I got high
Go cask when they carry me
Don’t cry when they bury me
4 whips got no tops
Louie loafers, got no socks
Can’t sleep without the cameras on
On the boat pillows got both…
Condos on top floors,
Back shops for sex hoe
G4’s on runways,
Don’t miss this jet hoe

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

Top of the mountain,
I’m on top at the moment
I kick the industry going
I made a way for my homies
A couple sucking niggas supposedly plotting on me
Not feelings, more phoneys
Not beef that’s more belony
No time to spend on it
I’m out chasing this money
No time for them monkeys
More salsa, less tony
Your girl wanna hop on it
Can’t hide I bet she want it
Frearri fire 99, your bitch wanna ride my poney

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
ft Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne

Prepare for take off,
Young money in the front like the pace car
Young … got the blunt, I need a copilot
Throw the snitches off the jet
They going sky diving
I’m at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, when truck fit
Jet life, no turbulence

[Hook] x 2
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Don’t miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life.

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So damn G soldier, swag, swag
Yeah, yeah, yo nigga up on the block
Hustling every day for the big nights
Or red Bentley, say you hustle hard for a red Bentley, red Bentley
Sip and sell, my best friend got the sip and sell
Wait that’s alright, or get money round the hood like a …
They label me hustler of the century
Grinding stack of paper for a red Bentley
I ride through the hood with my calculator
Get my paper right now bitch I see you later
A young nigga bout the cash
My young bitch got a Mercedes with a digit dash

Paper, what the fuck you know bout my struggle?
Red Bentley, that’s why that nigga hustle
My partner say trade it all for a Bentley
Stacking paper for a red Bentley, life
My partner say trade it all for a Bentley

Ah, red Bentley, teacher, sweat pants, wolf grey panties
In my life time homes, I done seen many
Niggas have it all, then I have plenty
While you…they was just chilling
… so they gone with me
That’s why I’m never caught up
Money over bitches all the times how I was brought up
That’s why until I’m gone I’am stay pulling them cars up
…with the wings on them leave them bitches car struck
They wonder who they cough up, they love him cause he bossed up
Me and my cousin grinding cause they … show off
Soulja got the newest model but I roll a OG
Red label… 20 joints, 20 bottles and a …
Listen in the beats, cause that money don’s sleep, homes

Stacking paper for that red Bentley
I’m outside your crib in that red Bentley
Pulling off with your bitch in that red Bentley
Shut the phone, she got picture of that red Bentley, life.

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Og datings not them eagle…
Can’t be compared to them fisher price riders
Blowing endo, smoke in the face of outsiders
I remember being broke, I did not like it
Now we all on top, this shit live sided
In the presence of G’s, baby can’t hide it
She fit… it’s already been decided
Before even the … she was familiar with my concept
We were eachother’s conquest, or so I guessed
I get dressed and back on my bizness
Discussing jets on nose, in my chilling clothes
But in my grind mode, really though, here we go

Making my rounds, riding my …
Checking my traps, counting my g’s ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for …would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack

Ah, we ain’t never gonna die homes
Too motherfucking live for them
Rat … eyes on them
On the thing, catching cases is my iPhone
Feel my eyes low, it’s safe to say I’m stoned
Reefer through your speakers in this song that I’m on
Riding … my bitch no dead as a shit
I get a stash and I spend it, light up and do it again

Making my rounds, riding my …
Checking my traps, counting my g’s ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for …would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack

Yo, legal doses of cooked up, coke up bout my…
We fold that chronic tree, you slim that dope or you make that coke cook
…smoke the green, corn bread, right out the pan
… from the city where the younging like fuck police
….it’s jones baby better get your freaks
500 horses, mind drifted on Porsche shit…
Married to the game so why would I ever divorce it…
Lames catch feelings and you know the rest of the motto

Making my rounds, riding my …
Checking my traps, counting my g’s ducking these rats
Watching my back, fuck the police after my scratch
Got it for …would you believe this legal crack
Get low, get low
Would you believe this legal crack.

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Privacy glass, down halfway, reflections cast
On office buildings as I pass
Bitch feeling some kind of way
Sitting right next to me thinking ’bout what’s next with me
Intimidated by the playaness, ain’t no how to say the shit she texted me
Like “When you tryna take it to the house?”
I’m like “Baby girl, we can get to it right now”
Enough room in this red label, fold up them oak tray tables, get down
Raise that dress up, oh you ain’t got nothing on?
You knew you was gon’ fuck me, huh?
Girls waiting on you so they all vexed at the crib
Hit you with that 20 questions when they see you stepping out of this
(What that is) privacy glass

[Hook]
And I usually don’t ride like this
But lately I been on some whole other shit
And I usually don’t ride like this
Privacy tinted, professionally driven

Talking ’bout breakfast at a boat lunch
Anchor the yacht, park them sports cars
This shit ain’t for them, this is all ours
High off life, I’ll die if I ever fall off
Ho see that vision and know I ball
Cause ain’t no such thing as halfway Jets
Impostor ass niggas is kicks, they Payless
I’m baggage claim
The driver hold a sign with my name, LAX
This ain’t no rental, I shipped it before I got here, ahead of time
Now I’m blue Ferrari on the 405, redline
Kush clouds, sunshine
Good times, inspired these dope lines
They stronger than coke, colder than froze
Baby don’t know if it’s for her ears or for her nose
Do what you feeling, they can’t see us in here

[Hook]
And I usually don’t ride like this
But lately I been on some whole other shit
And I usually don’t ride like this
Privacy tinted, professionally driven

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I keep on comin’ back oh back to you
Baby uh, I keep on comin’ back

[verse 1:]
From day one they down to ride
Every second since then they’re by my side
Broken hearted from the last, often she cried
But holdin’ on to love for dear life
Before everything was good, we had a great time
But fall out over something, a few months down the line
See clearly love is blind cuz we can’t see a way out this
No, reach a compromise, honestly I’m not tryin’
Cuz I wanna be with you but they callin’ me outside and I’m like
How can a man choose? I wish you’d understand
If they’re mother wasn’t you I’d really just be playin’
Might splash up and be through but my heart’s still in your hand
And I promise that’s the truth and I hear what you be sayin’
And I feel your point of view but somehow I forgive that shit they taught up in loot
Late night speedin’, I’m close
I respect it if you left me but I’m glad you never do

[hook:]
See here’s the thing
I won’t sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
‘Cause I won’t need you, no
I gained too much to lose

I’ve already bothered you
And there’s nothing left but just us two
You’re everything (You’re everything)
See that’s the thing (See that’s the thing)
Yea, that’s the thing

[verse 2:]
And I’ll fall asleep next to none of them hoes
No matter what’s poppin’, I’ll be sure to make it home
There’s no excuse for wilin’, I’m just makin’ sure it’s known
And I’m actually not doin’ half of what I could be doin’
I’m slowin’ down, tryna make improvements
Thinkin’ ‘bout the future and shit that
What cohesive union, raise a little princess, a junior
Soon as I make enough with this music cuz you’ve got my attention
I’ll be patient as I pursue it
It would been the best for both us if you’d just sit through it
When it’s all said and done we would have everything, a beauty
And sail into the setting sun, but I already know
That you done her a visit like a thousand times before
And I done promise it like many times more
But I’ve been sincere, I see us winnin’ and we almost there

(hook)

I’ve already bothered you
And there’s nothing left but just us two
You’re everything (You’re everything)
See that’s the thing (See that’s the thing)
Yea, that’s the thing

(bridge)
You wanna go with me and we connect
Now we’re supposed to be
I’m all yours, all yours, all day
And I could fix
I’m gonna walk you out
Cuz I proved out
So I tough it out
So I’m all yours, all yours, all day

(hook)
See here’s the thing
I won’t sit here broken hearted
Boy, we gon get back where we started
‘Cause I won’t need you, no
I gained too much to lose

I’ve already bothered you
And there’s nothing left but just us two
You’re everything (You’re everything)
See that’s the thing (See that’s the thing)
Yea, that’s the thing

I said I love you
That’s the thing
I won’t allow you
See that’s the thing
You know I love you
See that’s the thing

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Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e
Don’t miss this jet h*e

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What it look like, my niggas is fly, niggas is jet life
For the …

Look, what it look like, my niggas is fly, niggas is jet life
Look, now roll my jay tight, ha, and now a daylight, yeah
Yeah, ah

Process bees, make these niggas catch seizures
Phone games shitting on irish …
Ha, I’m more cleaver, clever
Whether any weather, nobody doing the better
Me and Spitta’ gooshy bucket I’m gilligan
Ain’t no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair
My real estate sweet, yeah, ginger bread
… bars, prolly in the…
Double mg forever though
Money got me pulling strings, I got the Gepetto dough
Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
No bullshit, every shop, bitch can get a rose
Meaning arrouse,but sorry I’m not too good with vows
I got 1000 bitches, I’m bot too good with vow
We in … Ferrari, …Tiffany’s on me
Don’t fuck with … man I’m addicted to Barney’s
That’s G shit, I be bumping fiend shit
And I’m on the road, you would think they giving me an axe
Wordplay like a motherfucker, I’m the …
Your woman’s a perfect jumper,
… in the swish and I never miss
Get her out of dedicates and I ain’t gotta tell her shit
Put it on whatever bitch mean spit the higher shit
Racks raining on these hoes, jet life forever bitch!

Look, what it look like, my niggas is fly, niggas is jet life
Look, now roll my jay tight, ha, and now a daylight, yeah
Yeah, ah

The engine the back of my car, I’m clearly in a different text
Break it not dawg
Mainstream cheese but I ain’t acting like y’all
Rapping that garbage, attracting maggots
I’m … waiting on luggage, luxury baggage
Fold on carriage with the VAS badges
I’m in the mirror of the Panamera looking at them haters
Cramped in the…
Can’t keep up, get your leaders in order
Full point made interior custom, leather swayed borders
… I’m just a tourist on the set
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
You smell the ounce, I ain’t even in your house yet
We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
After your hoes leave the jets hang out
Them lames ain’t even know the newest planes came out
But I’m in every… parking lot of the …bumping
So fuck it, I’m platinum in the streets,
I never gave a fuck, and that’s what they love
She just wanna fuck homie, just wanna hug
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
And baby girl can’t get enough, fill her up

Look, what it look like, my niggas is fly, niggas is jet life
Look, now roll my jay tight, ha, and now a daylight, yeah
Yeah, ah

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[hook]
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish

[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
grind 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 may, 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]
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish

[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]
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish

[stalley]
paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures
they call me the perfect enigma
the 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]
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish
hammers and vogues, bitches and hoes, my niggas on that king ish

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Battleaxe raft, swinging like … elbows on the ace town slab Cadillac eldo
Spoke poking, I should be the weed, don’t stop if you’re working spokesperson
Cause I get it in, … active like the sober person running
Rather have my feet hurting than my pockets
I chase that money down like he said something bout my mama
I chase that money down like I think it took my money
I chase that money down like it keeps …
I chase my money down pile it up and climb on top it
Treal nigga mountain at the summer, counting hundreds
You trying to take me from it, you gonna climb it to the bottom
IF there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
Bossed up player, … I’m a … no contender, I’m a stunner
… like fuck it, I’ma jump it
Off with the love muffin, it should be a crime how you liking down that bitch
But the girl mine
Bitch you wouldn’t do it again, for the 3rd time
Figure you’ll realize at some point that the girl lying
Either you’re blind or you don’t mind
Either way, I never hustle with your kind
Cause we ain’t never get no bread, you’re too scared
Pimping is the 3rd installment, …

No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
Ain’t been like none of them niggas
As far as I remember
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
They was paying them bitches,
I was paying attention

I do it for myself, not for them bitches
They just included with this good living
I’m paid for making music with my niggas
Been doing this and every evening show by who…
Not who the shit
Jet life started it, revolution
Can’t call it, I’m just doing what my own hands was doing it
And I’m privileged to … all movement
…in the wild fashion…
Og’s throw it, take a double o to score me
To something … might put them on some…
In the fast lane cruising, going round me
I’m riding till my music slowing down…
Overtaking your position, … much to me
Took your championship cup and I filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up, take my pinch up
It looks to kill your family would sue me, I’m that nigga

No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
Ain’t been like none of them niggas
As far as I remember
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
No square, shelling in the circle of winters
They was paying them bitches,
I was paying attention.

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Sun light sun light
Learn the lesson when a nigger ride
I am true about my paper
.. nigger I am down my savior
I am fucking those other dudes
I need this paper
Let the world where I am a hundred …
Is the same chain I don’t wanna change it
I hold …money and my bank account
Money and my .. money and these bitches try to get it
Try to .. that i s mine baby
Are aloud damn crazy that ain’t my Mercedes that is my ..
That is new for me .. I had access to too much that is on your mind
Let me feel like .. let me feel like ..
Sun light sun light
Learn the lesson when a nigger ride
I am true about my paper
.. nigger I am down my savior
I am fucking those other dudes
I need this paper
Let the world where I am a hundred …
Is the same chain I don’t wanna change it

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