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Rollie on – Aoc Obama feat. Tee Grizzley lyrics

Lyrics Aoc Obama – Rollie on

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie on.

Dropped a bag on the jeweler, couldn’t wait my chance
Fifty bands in my dance, doing the Rolliiie dance
f*cked her thirty minutes strong with the Rolliiie on
Even had it on my wrist, water whippin’ zones
Forty one bust down, I’m going out tonight
Post a pic on the gram and get four thousand likes
Seventy bands on a watch, it’s a hood trophy
And to get it off my wrist, boy you got to smoke me
Had to cut my peoples off ‘cause he did me wrong
Anything that he gave me I got it gone
Then he switched up the pack on a hundred bows
I beat the s**t out my plug with the Rolliiie on.

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on versuri-lyrics.info
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie on.

Came home, dropped two Rolliiies and they both was sprayed
Hundred on my chain, Isotol on my ‘caine
Let me hear a nigga sneak dissing on my name
I’ma shoot at everybody with his last name
Riding up the road, my whole sleeve gone
See the ice through the tint, better see that thirty poking
Before I had a snapchat, b*tch I had odors
JB had 300 before she met Lyor Cohen
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper blow a third of the nerves out your head nigga
Posted on the curb with them grams
Stare too hard at my Rolliiie I’ma burn your dumb a*s nigga.

Rollie on, Rolliiie on
I just knocked a nigga’s b*tch with my Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
Talking strong on the phone with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
I just beat a nigga a*s with the Rolliiie on
Rolliiie on, Rolliiie on
If I die bury me with my Rolliiie onnn.
Aoc Obama lyrics
Video on

Cheama ma – Florin Raduta versuri

Versuri Florin Raduta – Cheama ma

Chiar daca timpul a trecut te port in gand
Usa ieri s-a deschis e prea mult vant
Eu ma lupt cu un dor, de vina esti tu.(cheama ma)

Mai stii ne credeau toti nebuni
Cand au vazut iubirea din noi intr-un sarut
Era lumea in care traiam numai noi.

Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi.

Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Versuri-lyrics.info
Am sa te gasesc.

Vreau sa nu o iau de la-nceput
Inima ma cearta pentru tot ce n-am facut
Si-n lipsa ta ea spune cum de vina sunt eu.

Stii tu cate nopti n-am dormit
Sau cate vise prin cosmaruri am retrait
Sperand ca viata mi te ia dar mi te-aduce inapoi.

Ca-ntr-un vis urat cand ne-am despartit
Te-am pierdut dar nu te-am mintit
Cand ti-am spus sunt de neoprit
Si-am sa te aduc inapoi.

Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesc.

Si cheama-ma
Oriunde te-ascunzi sa stii ca-mi lipsesti
De ce nu-mi raspunzi daca ma doresti
Daca ma doresti de ce ma ranesti
De ce tot dispari atunci cand iubesti.

Cheama-ma
Si cheama-ma oriunde ai fi
Cheama-ma si voi veni
Cheama-ma oriunde esti tu pe pamant
Am sa te gasesc.

Si chiar daca nu stiu azi cum
Ma las purtat de dor de drum
Privirea ta o vad si acum
Am sa te gasesccc.
Versuri Florin Raduta
Video Florin Raduta

Romeo & Juliet – Trippie Redd lyrics

Lyrics Trippie Redd – Romeo & Juliet

Baby, yo’ love is my medicine
Baby yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Yo’ love is my medicine, lil’ baby
(Huh!) Yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Ohhhhhhhhhh(Romeo & Juliet)
Yoooooooo loooovveeee, baby yoooooooo loooooovvvveeeee

Hey, yo’ love, is so amazing
It’s all i want, got a nigga faded
Shawty on fire, yeah she really blazin’
Flames Armageddon, yelling Jesus save me
I’ma take his soul, if she try to play me
‘Cause that’s all mine, that’s my lil’ baby
I’m in all white, like the fucking navy
Throwin’ up the Roc’, like a nigga Jay-Z
Awwww, don’t play me, nooooooo
Uh, no, don’t play me, nooooo
Ay, no , don’t play me, noooo
Yeah, don’t play me, noooooooo
‘Cause….

Yo’ love is my medicine
Ayy, yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Yo’ love is my medicine, lil’ baby
(Huh!) Yo’ love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Baby your love is my medicine
Baby your love is my medicine, when I’m up, bring me down
Your love is my medicine lil baby
Your love is my medicine, when i’m up, bring me down
Ooooooh!
Yoooooo loooovveeee, baby yoooooooo loooooovve.

Your love is my medicine
Baby, your love is my medicine, when i’m up
Bring me down versuri-lyrics.info
Your love is my medicine, baby
Your love is my medicine, when im up, bring me down
Oooohhh!
Your love
Baby your loveee.
Trippie Redd lyrics
Video Juliet

KATRINA GRAHAM – Sassy lyrics

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the precious one of all,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

I’m sassy, sassy as I wanna,
Picture perfect poster girl
Yeah I’m off the wall.

Raise your hands my sexy girls,
My classy girl,
Independent flashy girl.
Watch your own cash falls rocks and pearls?
Drive your rims with your sassy girl?

My lipgloss and my bently,
My rims they cost your bently.
I am a sassy girl, I am
I am a sassy girl, I am.
My gucci to my prada
My prada to mascara
I am a sassy girl, I am
I am a sassy girl, Who me?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the precious one of all,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

S-A-S-S-Y
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be.

I’m sassy, Sassy as I wanna,
Motion picture movie girl,
Mrs. don’t you wanna

Raise your hands my sexy girls,
My classy girl,
Independent flashy girl.
Watch your own cash falls rocks and pearls?
Drive your rims with your sassy girl?

My lipgloss and my bently,
My rims they cost your bently.
I am a sassy girl, I am
I am a sassy girl, I am.
My gucci to my prada
My prada to mascara
I am a sassy girl, I am
I am a sassy girl, Who me?

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the precious one of all,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

S-A-S-S-Y
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be.

I am S-A-S-S-Y
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be,
Sassy as I wanna be.

All the boys that like my style,
Six inch pumps, crocodile,
Done right, jeans is tight.
Boys all night (Damn she fine),
Dior juicy couture.
Eyeshadow.
Coat is fur.
I ain’t no amateur,
I’m a cover girl.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the precious one of all,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

I’m sexy, I’m classy,
It’s so hard to wall pass me,
They call me sassy, that’s right.
They call me sassy.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Haters wanna see me fall,
But I’m a cover girl.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the precious one of all,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
Sassy girl that’s what I’m called,
I think that I am sassy,
I know that I am.

JUSTIN BIEBER – New One lyrics

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah

I pull up in my new whip, baby, that’s my new one
You ask me who my crew is, baby there’s no new ones
And I’m just saying “deuces,” I just need a new one
(I, I just need a new one, I, I just need that brand new one, yeah)

They just wanna play with me, they just wanna play with me
Just got back from the Middle East
Maybe just a little [?], still wanna play with me?
Back to the crib for two minutes, I got something to do
Yeah, you get it
Yeah I copped something new, a new getup
Yeah, phone coming through, you keep your head up
Gotta have all the new kicks, better have all the new tricks
And my bank go [?], gotta have all the new whips
Gotta have all the new chicks, my bad, I’m sick
Never had a problem with a money clip
Paper always glazed like a honey dip
I was always raised like “Honey, quit”
I’m just being funny with this funny shit

I pull up in my new whip, baby, that’s my new one
You ask me who my crew is, baby there’s no new ones
And I’m just saying “deuces,” I just need a new one

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah

I pull up in my new whip, baby, that’s my new one
You ask me who my crew is, baby there’s no new ones
And I’m just saying “deuces,” I just need a new one
(I, I just need a new one, I, I just need that brand new one, yeah)

Jeff Williams – Bmblb Lyrics

There’s a garden where I go
If you meet me there, no one will know
In the springtime, in the sun
We can be alone without anyone

All the butterflies and the birds
Keep our secret, no they won’t say a word
But they watch us, and they know
And they’re happy as they see our love grow

We’ll sit for a while
As I drink in your smile
It feels like a dream that’s come true
My head starts to buzz
And my heart fills with love over you

Baby can’t you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Life’s like a fantasy
Maybe set me free
Let me be your bumblebee

Now the flowers are in bloom
And you’ve chased away my darkness and gloom
When the wind blows through the trees
And your voice is like a song in the breeze

My doubts disappear every time that you’re near
Clouds seem to run from the sky
The thought of your kiss sends my soul into bliss
I get high

Baby, can’t you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Life’s like a fantasy
Maybe set me free
Let me be your

Like a serenade, every word you say
Has me fallin’ more and more in love with you
Like a Purdie beat, you are oh so sweet
Everyday is sunny, tastes like honey
Feel so alive, take me back to the hive

Baby can’t you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Life’s like a fantasy
Maybe set me free
Let me be your bumblebee

Mary J. Blige – Strength Of A Woman

I’m a woman, hear me out
Never claiming to be something I’m not
Don’t want what’s yours, just want what’s mine
Not tryna take over, I just want my spots

How can life go on without me here?
It’s impossible
All the pain endured to give life
And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the

Strength of a woman
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
I am woman

Not saying move over, I’m just here to help
That’s what God made me for, you ain’t gotta build by yourself
You got your pride, don’t let it make you blind
Don’t need to be walking behind, you’re better with me by your side

How can life go on without me here?
It’s impossible
All the pain endured to give life
And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the

Strength of a woman
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know (you know)
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Strength of a woman (what I do)
Is the, I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know)
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
I am woman

We’re the wisdom like a guiding light
We’re the trees left standing through the storms of life
We’ve come so high and we’ve come so far
Can’t hold us back

Strength of a woman
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do (I am woman)
Strength of a woman (I am, I am)
Is the (the strength) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know, you know)
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
I am woman

I am woman
Strength of a woman

The Weeknd – Secrets

Everybody here wants you
My love, my love
And I know that you want him too
My love, my love
I ask you what your heart desires
My love, my love
You tell me I’m the only one
My love, my love
It’s a lie, a lie
I catch you every time
In your lust, your lust
Every time you close your eyes
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
You told me not to worry ’bout
Those guys, those guys
You told me that you left it all behind
Behind
It’s a lie, a lie
I catch you every time
In your lust, your lust
Every time you close your eyes
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
Wipe… the…
Lust from your eyes
I see that you’re not mine
I can see the lust in your eyes
You can’t hide it
You can’t be the one
I realize, we’re divided
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’

Plies – Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black]
Yea
Baby I’m a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I’m a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
I’m talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 1: Plies]
I done came back from pissin’ inside the Trump Hotel
‘Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain’t got no smell
I can hit it from the back, ain’t got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me startin’ to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there startin’ to look like a pamper
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I’m Santa
Plug name Julio but he don’t play for Atlanta
The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree’s
You ain’t never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
I’m just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby you know I’m out here in these streets, I gotta get it
If I ain’t on the corner, I’m in the ‘yo, bae I be busy
But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin’ in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin’ you be with me
I’ma get in that lil pussy like I’m just gettin’ outta prison
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn’t
I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain’t nothin’ changed because I motherfuckin’ made it
I’m a real hitta, I’m a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady
I’m a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain’t on safety
And if I ain’t call ya back then bae I’m gettin’ to that money
But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin’ for me

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 3: Plies]
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
These lil’ niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
Ya last man bought you Bebe but I’ll buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili’s
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
Sex game undefeated, think I’m 100-0
I don’t go nowhere for free, if you got a check I’ll go
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustlin’ so hard I lose track of the days
That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
‘Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta
Talkin’ one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know…

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta

H.E.R. – Every Kind Of Way

[Verse 1]
Baby, the sound of you
Better than a harmony
I want you off my mind
And on me
Holding me closer than we’ve ever been before
This ain’t a dream
You’re here with me
Boy, it don’t get no better than you
For you, I wanna take my time
All night

[Chorus]
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way

[Verse 2]
Give you all, give you all of me
When you need it
‘Cause I need it
I wanna fall like your favorite season
I’ll never get up
Stay here forever, babe
It don’t get no better than this
Your kiss

[Chorus]
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way

[Outro]
I wanna love you
I gotta love you
I wanna love you
I gotta love you

Bebe Rexha – The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody) (feat. Lil Wayne) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)

So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust
Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)

I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
But I could never ever dance like Bobby
You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna stand right behind it
I just want a chance with somebody
Pop a couple xans with somebody
Every time she dance it’s exotic
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I’m the God I just want a goddess
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I know her body inside, out science
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
We can turn this dance floor to a island

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

Bloody noses, speeding cars
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
Heaven knows we love the thrill
No, I don’t wanna play the part
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody? (Tunechi)
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

Daniel Caesar – We Find Love

You don’t love me anymore
Lets see how you like this song
I see you walking out that door
Wonder why it took you so long

Ever since the day that I met you
I knew you were the girl of my dreams
But we could never be

You don’t love me anymore
Lets see how you like this song

We find love, we get up
And we fall down, we give up
We find love, we get up
And we fall down, we give up

You don’t love me anymore
Lets see how you like this song
You need someone you adore
Find a place where you might belong

Ever since the day that I met you
My world’s been spinning out of control
I just need you to hold

We knew we’d come around
This thing called love comes crashing down now
Pieces all on the ground
What once was lost cannot be found out
We knew we’d come around
This thing called love comes crashing down now
Pieces all on the ground
What once was lost cannot be found out
We knew we’d come around
This thing called love comes crashing down now
Pieces all on the ground
What once was lost cannot be found out

Heaven help us, heaven help us, yeah
We’re on our own

We find love, we get up
And we fall down, we give up
We find love, we get up
And we fall down, we give up
We find love, we get up
And we fall down, we give up

We find love, yeah, we get up
We fall down, we give up

Curren$y – Example (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah
And
Where
Haven’t
We
Been yet
Uh
They look up the Jets
You can’t stop ma plane
Nigga you can’t do a thang

Uh machete sharp
My dream’s to recognize the Ferrari’s heart
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
Never let ’em play you
Fuck ’em sideways, always until they pay you
Reimburse me for payed dues
The money made me move
Running through my shoes
For the day that I can kick ’em off
Relax

I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
We heard yo shit and we laugh
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
Shh, real
Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Sucker ? y’all stuck to them digits
Wonder why I won’t eat with ya
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
I shook the dice and rolled
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I get busy
You think you know but ain’t sure

Fool.

Curren$y – Audio Dope II (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yea.
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uh
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Uh
Fool
Spitta’ get this whole shit jumpin’ like
Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
The small things keep me different from these fools
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
I’m a dog mang keep my paws clean
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
Lames is your whole set
Please don’t recognize y’all
Independent acrobatic
Make that loo somersault
Rememberin’ my license
And restrictions in my moms car
Came a long way
But I don’t got time to be
Sittin’ at the dock of the bay
Wastin’ every second
Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call C.S.I.
I got um runnin’ scared tryna catch up
57 heinz Gregory the dance legend
Make music I’m steppin’ out
At a major event
Best dressed in attendance
And I never left the house

Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin’ in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin’
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
When it’s game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
They askin’ for mo is you back again?

Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Lemonade level vodka
Badgamon playin’ Keno
Musical Mafia
Loaded bases bring my Team home I’m the great bambino
Roulette wheels in the casino
Fat max scammin’ off the top
But that’s the game we in
What you gone do about it huh?
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
They not like me.
That’s why they don’t like me
Me I’m like Lee
In my trilla in between
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
Kill yourself tryna live how I’m livin’
Spitta’

Right back at it
Like the Pilot get the pot
We can get it crackin’ in here
Audio Dope
We track traffickin’
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
When it’s game time show me to the stove
Audio dope
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
They askin’ for mo is you back again?

(All around the world the same song
Cali buzz strong it’s that love phase gone
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
Because your boy stays gone
Now tell me that I ain’t got it
And then keep a straight face punk!)

Curren$y – King Kong (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeahh… Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain’t never gon run outta weed
Yeah, look up

[VERSE 1]
Hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Uh, Closed minded lil’ children, I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a hunter’s rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon’ stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin’ defensive lineman homie who gon’ block em

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin’ the partition so the driver won’t bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I’m comin back for it

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Curren$y – Seat Change (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah jets fool, Pilot Talk nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain’t never gon’ run outta weed, yeah, look up

Holla a mountain out
Billa villa in here, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Closed minded lil’ children,
I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a Honda’s riffle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppin’ it’s the fly shit who gon stop him
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin’
Defensive line men homie who gon’ block em

Tearin’ through the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Yea, came up put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flier society raisin a partition so the driver won’t bother me
Women wishin’ for a position on either side of me
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin’ my cheese, smokin’ my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin’ chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city
With my brother now I’m comin’ back for it

Tearin’ through the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Curren$y – Breakfast (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistent
With the fact that most did it prolific not shakin’
Or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin’ birds
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
And stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the Bahamas
Mama it’s either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
Download or updated N.B.A. roster play?
Two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin’ off
Brand motherfuckas odd numba’ you are not even on my level
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
Can’t catch me sleepin’ you ear hustlin muthafucka
And I’m eatin’ creepin’ with my side
Bitch hope I don’t get caught cheatin’ New Orleans
Dis morning new york in this evening squintin’
They eyes and shit they can’t see him fly in the house
Buzzin’ them bugs can’t be him eligible letters in my leger
They can’t read him smilin’ money pilin’ I’m cheesin’ odometer
Broken I ain’t know that I was speedin’ fast livin’ slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick

Curren$y – Roasted (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

It’s been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
You know what I rep and I’m one of the best
Supervillian in the building I’m clearly a threat
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I’m next
That’s damn near I’m possible this game ain’t got rid of me yet
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
This time around I’m ma give all till I’m gaspin’ for breath
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept
But I don’t know too many niggas with silent success
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
It ain’t my fault I do this shit breakin’ a sweat
I’m just laid back chillin’ posted
Living like a villain mostly
High off this purple shit
No lie I’m flyin’ I’m so roasted
Money bitches
?
Bring them through my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
They takin’ shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
All blanks I’m unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
Lames know what I claim
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
Seats butter boogets
Bitches crumbling nuggets I’m feeling lovely and blessed
Tribeca and bubbies I’m enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
They squeeze these lemons they selves
The hearts of women melt
When trilla lyrics are felt
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash Leon Phelps
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
Get it crackin’ like lobsters ice vodka in the

Curren$y – Skybourne (feat. Big K.R.I.T.) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Box Chevy, no tint
Floatin’ inside, aquarium
Yeah that’s him,
Compository sketches is all
They can’t catch us, Jet Setta’s
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over Texas
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black Lexus
I told em put it all on spitta
Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
Ain’t gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13’s
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Mu’fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin’ that high grade
Talkin’ bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
That’s word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Fly tell that you ain’t heard that from me

True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don’t look twice
My Fresh don’t it look nice
Yo D.N.A. ain’t the same pimp so naw you don’t look right
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours,
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin’ to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god ‘bove all things
I fall Short, pimpin’ women with small shorts
Reachin’ out for a smile like children and small folk
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
If you ain’t spending money then what did u call for
I look good for the fuck, but baby it’s all spoke
The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke

Came through to conquer
We killin’ this since contra
No sponser and I’m smokin’ on a mini launcher
Eight grams nigga fuck with me
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me
I don’t blow Reggie Bush, neva’ would
This heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good
With a grinder, we grinders, top rhymers
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Burn like a C.D., get topped like Z.Z.
Flow like agua and I’m cold like a ski beat
Lord, got them hood niggas quotin my bars
And them bloggers like oh my gawd…
Smoke Robinson, earl james, and George Kush
Round table eatin’ pasta like mobsta’s
Make a killin’ off sour D
They lied money really do grow off trees, yes

Curren$y – The Hangover (feat. Mikey Rocks) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that’s why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I’ll roll another one up

Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, A.C. on
Windows up, new shit playin’
What you sayin’? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin’ in my lane with that weak shit,
That’s how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo D.S.
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don’t lay down till the sunrise

We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that’s why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I’ll roll another one up

I’m in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man)
I’m try’na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you’re takin’ it for hostage
Try’na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin’ trips to asp.
And flyin’ kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin’, fly as Helly Hanson’s on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That’s Italian go there
I’m born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I’m drinkin’
And I’m out of it

Curren$y – The Day (feat. Mos Def & Jay Electronica) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro]
Whack niggas sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubble

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip
New party same old chicks
I’m so sorry
If I don’t look happy to be here
In your label office but they said I can’t smoke weed here
Man fuck it I’m out black on
And I’m bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Pretty twenty something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I’m tougher
Whack niggas with that sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble
You gotta know when to hold em’, know when to fold em’
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em’ to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain’t the jets then it ain’t nothing

[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
Until you show anyway

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
But that clock around his neck is so fly
And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Make me feel high so I’m gon’ spit it my way
Excuse me as I do me cruisin’ rudely down the high way
I’m young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Back to the thesis
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold ballys
Dickes with the creases
Pulling youngins by the coattails
Schoolin’ em’ who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough
Cause I’m a throw my number up
I’m a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bruh
Can’t see the forest for the trees
It’s okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Tell them boys their run is up

[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
Until you show anyway

Curren$y – Prioritize (feat. Nes Phips) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Raised lettering on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slicks rear of the Barracuda
Them niggas ain’t shit, just mothafuckin’ poo-poo
Sissy-ass zero, mothafuckin’ fruit loops
Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?
Z’ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoes just following they noses, to my door
It’s no joke, momma just roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gon’ get your turn on the doobie bitch just wait, no beginner luck
Coming from me, this is just fate because I had faith certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery
Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously
Won’t stop ’til I reside at the top permanently
21 joints burning for me

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is, hah? Cause I’m in first class, making beats
Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane
Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain’t tripping
Even tho I’m a fall back nigga, but that’s how it is
When your crew on buzz, people do show love
Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don’t do those cuz
That’s a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
Now she, cooking me breakfast after lusting me for dinner
Figure she won’t lose cause she fuckin’ with a winner
I told her game over to reset, press Enter

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

[Verse 3]
Mission Impossible: completed
Obstacles are optical illusions
We don’t really see ’em, they put rules in place
Cause y’all need ’em, some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
Especially when niggas next to me and ready to eat
I put ’em in position to get them, I’m getting me
Louisana traveler twistband, looking for my music
Is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand, any minute I’m outty
Like four rings, truth in engineering ya got me
Bitches longing to be by me, hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages
Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

Curren$y – Chilled Coughphee (feat. Devin The Dude) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I’m puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stove top
But I’m stuffin’ these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it’s trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don’t have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that’s some tenth grade shit
And it’s all about chillin’ smilin’ laughin’
So you know I’m willin’ hollin’ and I’m grabbin’
At a freak before I leave best believe I’m weeded
You rollin’ that Billie jean bitch beat it!
And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most
Niggas propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don’t even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain’t dope
Their ain’t no hope
They ain’t gone buy it

Yea
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol’ have to due I guess
G.P.S. loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured
Her in nothing but a robe, playin’ her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do’
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don’t kick it on the low
With no bitches that don’t get high
Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I’m caught in a grind
At your grandma’s house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin’ like a pound

Curren$y – Address (feat. Stalley) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah, yeah
It’s all good
It’s all ready
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’
Still the same old, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ change, fool

Yeah, uh, nigga for what
Get done with them suckers
When I’m high as fuck
And they under us
Catch a crook in ya neck
From tryin’ to watch the jets
Mr. Tokyo drift, spent yen on a vet
Lookin’ for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin’ and bakin’ Anita greatest hits blastin’
Pedal mashin’, paper twistin’, scrape a engine
Rad Racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I’m on the roof chillin’
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don’t know how to do it homie I’ll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun maneuvers
Makin’ hot wheels outta hoopties,
Holdin’ it down like balloon strings

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change

Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin’ to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day’s short
Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three’s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain’t from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it’s hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin’ through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how a 3 hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin’ on
When I’m driftin’ in and out of herb clouds
Hangin’ on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I’ll be back don’t trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin’ not to be sea sick
Plottin’ in the tropics thinkin’ how I’m gone run ish
Back in the states when I’m leavin’

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still in the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin change

Yeah nigga
Skibeatz

Curren$y – Life Under The Scope (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah (Where haven’t we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven’t)
Where haven’t, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media press)

Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn’t be concerned that’s how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest,
In between destinations a lil’ hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin’
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin’
The only reason they listenin’ when ya talkin’,
Waitin’ on ya to contridict yaself
All be and evict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
With Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin’ figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bangles
Adjust my wing rudders in the presence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin’ we belong on the top,
But we ain’t trippin’,
Cause we’ll get there in a minute
Yeah, that’s the statement for the mission
Swiss movements so my watch ain’t tickin’
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin’ party’s don’t that bitch come
They all at my art showin’,
Me and my folks gettin’ drunk
Bangin’ my sound from the wall mouse

Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It’s all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wan’ see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

Vintage air chairs hangin’ from the ceilin’,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit a complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George Jetson Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can’t downplay me baby
I’m too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I’m way in the N-Y-C weed twistin’
On a mission and I’m fishin’ for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, O-G
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

Curren$y – Airborne Aquaruim (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh

I’m gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I’ll bring them ’round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I’m prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin’ that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin’ and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D’s, White 11, ’96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit’ her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin’ off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin’ ’round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
’87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put ’em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin’ from the pump,
That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin’ of it, I don’t check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I’m sittin’ in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin
Yeauhh

Jets, where haven’t we
Jets, where haven’t we been
Jets, where haven’t we. . .

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I got a style for every face
Nigger upon a judge
Open this shut case
You know I’m until I die
Though I made an exception for the 69
So quick off the line
Called the double side
No matter what
We’re heads up
We’re in
Tell your dogs
They should be aware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I see your Jacuzzi with your
Make it a that. Miss me?
No you didn’t, bitch
Cut that bullshit
Miss me?
Try to , spitting name trying to be
Miss me?
All of that to me
You won’t even rhyme
My side you wish to be
Hope you’ll catch me sleeping
By being freaky
But baby girl let me be the first to say
It’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday
No later on that evening
Just had to get that out of the way
Make the plan even

Michael Knight

The view from the
Ain’t improve
But I’ve yet seen a team fucking with the crew
Me and have saw it all
Wide frame
Everything this ain’t a plan
Don’t get rolled up like windows
Avoid the police man don’t call those dogs
Ain’t change
And I’m not mad
Garbage rappers need to find a style fast
Bring it all over niggers like a
Survive the flame
Kept these plants growing in desert sand
Alive I stand
Never a nigger did die. I got so high up
So I can autograph the sky

Michel Knight

Curren$y – Montreux (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Uh,
Kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before the elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parental guardian? to this art for it’s my baby
Lazy eyed
Though watchful
Tryna play me I’ll spot you
Points I prove with my every move

Right from the beginning I was writing
That was very true
This is what I know
Make a fool outta you
If we were to duel
In tha hall player playin’ pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Judd
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe

Curren$y – Famous (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nothing changed but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather
Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive
I don’t kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast
This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire
I’m independent, fuck your system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it
You can’t deny it, I’m a rider, word to Pac ambition
Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she’s a magician
You can’t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah

[Hook]
And I’m looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit, but I’m still

[Verse 2]
I’m high again waiting on the sun
Dozed off in my ’57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I’m in
But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
Hope you’re hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain’t stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us? I’m still, still..

Curren$y – Flight Briefing (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Flight Attendant Talks]
(Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.)
Checks nigga, why haven’t we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next
(As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen
More than you can see in seven lifetimes
Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside
Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice
Done a dotted line tightrope walk
Where the suits want results they don’t talk
Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault
No one to blame it was solely my fault
No salt thrown, just boss game long
Right now I’m not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it
I’m tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on
They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong
Met Rex jets, best shape ever
Winner circle, you squares need to get it together
Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate
Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate
Bullshit convo five minutes invested
Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message
In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us
You know what way is up

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Verse 2 : Young Roddy]
Yeah
As the world still turning
My joint still burning
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
It’s crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
So, before they hear my sermon
Here’s my confession, I get dressed with my burner
Sheesh!
I know that ain’t right
But I know when shit’s weak
Try livin’ on my tray first streets
So, before I fall asleep
With a certified freak
Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats
I’m cool
Nice try, but you can’t get that from me
Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be something I’m not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Verse 3 : Trademark da Skydiver]
Fresh Polo bucket
All them niggas know I’m acting’ out
Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out
I’m hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt
Bitches love when I come around, they know what I’m about
Take em to the house
Fuck em good, smoke em out
Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route
I’m tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch
Bag to bag transactions then I’m over and out
Dumb it down?
Never that, you should know me buy now
I’m floating on a kush cloud and I never come down
Jet set, international we world renowned
All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown
I’m smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown
Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile

[Flight Attendant Talks]