| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| On a mission and I’m fishin' for my niggas
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| Fuck around found Pilot Talk III
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| Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
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| Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
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| Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
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| Condo, capital city of each state
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| Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
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| Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
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| Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
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| Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way
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| Some disguised as friends, masks on they face
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| Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate
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| Steer clear of them cause them niggas they’ll take ya
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| For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate
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| Stakes high, but I’m higher
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| Keys open doors to my lowrider
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| Somewhere inside I’m sure I got a lighter
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| Take flight after we find it
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| Racecar driver slash airplane pilot
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| Dress better than yo stylist nigga I’m not even tryin'
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| You wastin' time lookin' at shit you ain’t even buyin'
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| I’m on the lot and you barely online browsin'
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| Tryna tell me what to do with my shit
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| Organized crime, in my mind game applied
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| Dream realized, things visualized, materialized
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| Words to my rhymes, I’m swervin' in my '65
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| 13 inch gold spokes white wall tires
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| Young’un you 'round grown folks
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| Keep some open eyes, and ears
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| You might learn something up here
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| No fear, just blood sweat and gears
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| Shifting the number one position, top tier
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| For the right amount of dollars my nigga, I’ll appear
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| The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears
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| Catalogue thats enough dope for the years
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| I’m on for hella seasons like cheers nigga yeah
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| Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
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| Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
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| Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
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| Condo, capital city of each state
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| Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
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| Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
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| Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
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| Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way
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| On a mission and I’m fishin' for my niggas
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| Fuck around found Pilot Talk
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Seen niggas blow up and blow it, you know it
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| One of the last stoned poets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Briefcase , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп