Curren$y - Jets @ Your Neck lyrics

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Curren$y - Jets @ Your Neck lyrics

Jet life jet life jet life jet life [Verse 1 Curren$y] Yeah, G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went A decorated veteran My b**hes keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy I say f** it baby girl we gon' let him live Too much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball Brand new socks and long jon draws I want it all My young n***a told y'all it's getting cold out here dog Bundle up motherf** being the runner-up 4 n***as deep the number one is us Text homie and tell him his number's up You services are no longer needed Rocka bye baby word to Kesha Broad day jets and monsta beats k** n***as on tape Many a track has met his fate at the hands of Spitta Andretti Them n***as is half way shook and all the way not ready [Chorus:] And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and pa**ing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill n***as form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherf**in' neck fool [Verse 2 - Trademark da Skydiver:] Sharvees on my feet Cacky LRG jets fitted trees sticky Just riding around the city smoking O's like fifties Mind on a milli Eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me f** 'em, I just duck 'em like the b**h that was just with me Simply I'm on a level where these lames can't gain no entry Yeah, I stay high I don't fly on empty Fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy Life of a jet bad b**hes and good weed Fast cars and gla** jars of sour D's Uhh TMSD the SV Hover over land lovers like a g3 Jets n***a from the net to the tv We came up quick and made this sh** look easy Yeah, now they go in cop my cd Put 'em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat [Chorus:] And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and pa**ing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill n***as form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherf**in' neck fool [Verse 3 - Young Roddy:] And it's jets over everything I put that on everything We been doing our thing anyway n***a slash anywhere First let me twist this up I'm a tell my driver take me there Secondly and back to back in and out I came prepared Flashback dejavu coulda swore I saw this sh** right here Marley told me k** this sh** just don't forget your n***as here Bet I won't I done see blood sweat so many tears Bet I blow That's a fact point blank period Break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air Slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it Show your right I keep it real Something I'm familiar with Money coming, money going Man I keep on peeling it My jet set camp But really though what's really good She know I'm dealing sh** She smell me dog, she dig my style, gangsta and gentlemen I'm good like my jet insurance keep me with benefits [Chorus:] And I'm gon' keep on driving and smoking Long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and pa**ing 'em over to me I done it how my triple O showed me Smile when I ride by, they proud of a grown me The climb was lonely Got to the top and I stood there on my own feet 2 Trill n***as form the best crew now it's jets at ya motherf**in' neck fool [Verse 4 - Whizz:] Street wizzy money Hoes and check clothes Blowing on that fruity pebble sh** that will have your throat chokin' We ain't trippin' in this section full of cloud 9 Floaters is a crush I'm up in my zone You already know see my grind It's all up in my mind I come up with designs that attack a n***a mental Now they keeping off my rhyme, it's finesse It ain't nothing less cause I don't waste time Steady sippin' in the city money gettin' I'm fly If you look up in the air you will not see me I'm so high b**h I'm perfect when I glide it's like a nerve up in the sky Twisting turning ya holdin p**y sh** for my land acrobat Blink a eye and miss a act Stacks up in the leather sack

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