| Haha, yeauh
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| Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool
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| Turn it up some
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| Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life
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| Yeauh, yeauh
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| I’m getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it
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| When they get out I’ll bring them 'round some bitches
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| Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture
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| Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes
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| But she already know before she touch my Chevy door
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| Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| Know I’m prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
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| Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues
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| Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru
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| But look what it came to, something that amazes you
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| Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you
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| Baby blue sole. |
| These white 11, '96
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| No retro card came with this
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| Same year, my Impala with the floor shift
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| 4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured
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| Shawty body choco-latte; |
| Russell Stovers
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| Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over
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| Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder
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| No care, over here, so we put it in the air
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| Walking 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere
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| That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table
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| We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good
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| If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it
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| Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list
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| In these bars, I granted its deathwish
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| Legendary lay-up. |
| Jordan with the right-left switch
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| Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai
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| Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride
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| '87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it
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| Put ‘em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinking from the pump
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| That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed
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| Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last
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| Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don’t check bags
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| I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past
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| Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass
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| Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum
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| Doors open like a pendulum swinging
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| Rock in my Jetset Emblem
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| Foolish to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon
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| The car that I’m sitting in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin
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| Just kidding, not pilling, just element twisting
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| From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m living
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| Not pilling, just element twisting
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| From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m living
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| From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m living
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| Yeauhh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Airborne Aquaruim, artist - Curren$y. Album song Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп