Curren$y - Look Up To The Jets lyrics

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Curren$y - Look Up To The Jets lyrics

[Hook:] They look up to the jets n***a where haven't we been yet... f** boys wondering if they b**h next b**hes know the planes got it No dope boy, I'm in the kitchen with crack tracks Cooking up another batch Motherf**er you know... [Verse 1 - Curren$y:] Brazilian b**hes rolling my green leaves Laying with they clothes off Mahf**a I'm spitta, proved to n***as I wasn't a quitta They thought it was over until the Jets took over Act like you don't see it pimpin look up we cloud surf Homie you can have the streets the sky is my turf My work done doubled over the summer you in trouble Cause the labels know I'm sure to do my numbers The checks get cut like chef sliced cucumbers Rocked first season BBC to the season opener Half time we probably with the club owners It ain't enough room in this city About to land planes on some n***as houses yes Homie come up out it this is our sh** Ask your girl who she rep she say jets And in the steps of Michael Jordan I won't claim to be the best I just let my work speak for itself [Hook] [Verse 2:] b**hes know the planes got it Had it in the back so long I forgot about it Club couch with a purple cloud around it b**hes crowd around it I just lay back on my shy sh** Me and Young Roddy on our high sh** We don't know the difference between yo b**h or our b**h But it was clear when your b**h got in my whip Hot Spitta my music the soundtrack to the life every rich n***a n***as familiar with Recaro interior and rear mounted engines My addiction to luxury livin is serious Recording in a padded room my flow is delirious [Hook]

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