Bas - Charles De Gaulle To JFK lyrics

[Verse 1: Bas] Yeah Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin' I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams in hopes that I could become somethin' I threw a party, she say Ba**y, thank you, but it's nothin' Cause I had to keep it jumpin' Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin' Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin' No, I don't be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends Rubber ducks, excedrin', and I'm the pain I left em' in, and can't be ya crutch and meta... Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch Or the EZ wide-uh, slide up, six speed Like clutch, my city on me, I'm clutch No Worries they depending on me, I'm clutch Toast up, mimosa's at thirty thousand feet Henny in hand, land, can't make it out my seat, Michelin man Make you grip about the street Grab The D cup on the freak, played that b**h and press repeat J-Walkin' thru time zones, I'm on that trip Got ya piece of the pie, and you pawn that sh** I'm takin' all that sh** until I own that six College chick gettin mind blown, and I'm on that quick She got expensive addictions and a nose that's rich Melt a bit of that brown dope that's on that stick A lil' hashish, shiish, baby If you roll it up with some kief Super mud, chasin' paper about my lose leaf Rollin papers, yeah I do chief Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi Salmon, avocado and an order of the coochie Charles De Gaulle To JFK Broads givin up the draws like I'm JFK *** Thanks for correcton of these Lyrics