Paroles de la chanson AD6 par Curren$y

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Paroles de la chanson AD6 par Curren$y

[Curren$y]
Servin', servin'
Servin', servin', swervin', yeah
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my damn (Just like that time)
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes
Damn, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt, uh, swerve to the sides
We gon' get the whole world high, yeah, damn
Got 'em sleepin' outside (Jet Life, Jet Life)
Standing on line, uh

[Curren$y]
Andretti back over the stove (Stove)
Cookin' utensils is all solid gold (All gold)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrapе the sides (Scrape thе sides)
I'ma get the whole world high (Get the world high)
Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Collectin' my tithes)
For the fly (For the fly)
Them other niggas livin', they ain't really live, they jams is jive
Tappin' raps in they iPhone
Data storage full of lies while I glide, glaciers of ice
Shootin' craps with diamond dice
Nigga, we playin' for your life
Shrimps want beef, so we lay it over rice (So we lay it over rice)
It's worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross

But it help me sleep at night (It help me sleep at night)
Keep them cameras on, build them motherfuckin' fences high
My hippie girl seen 'em comin' with her third eye (Comin' with her third eye)
Audio dope, slangin' them whole pies
Watchin' them birds hit the sky
Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive
We really them guys, all of us is high (Damn)
Read all our names in the headlines, damn

[Curren$y & Jay Electronica]
E in it, Chevy's on switches, nigga
Smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
Duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum
Uh-huh

[Jay Electronica]
Jay Elec back over the stove
I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov
Project niggas, we worldwide now, like Mr. Marcelo
New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto
It's been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, Jay
Well, is the motto still, "You get it how you live," yeah?
Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless
Then graduate to 8-Ball jackets, comin' out D-To
I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and Cito
The law we lay in the street, even Sleepy Joe couldn't veto
No harm, no technical foul, no uninhibited free throw

From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, Desire, North Miro
Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that's uncontested
Jet Life, Roc Nation, can see the planes, it's so majestic
What's poppin' NOLA like Britney
I be at Poor Boys on St. Bernard
You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me
But in the meantime, pop that pussy for a real nigga
I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger
I'm out that wild Magnolia where niggas'll deal with ya

[ Curren$y]
Keep the E in it, damn, yeah

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures

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