| Drugs for you ears
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| You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
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| But now you have to get down
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| And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down
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| I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
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| While awaiting my baked Alaska
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| Couple shots before and after the meal
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| But not too much liquor to handle
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| Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
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| Professors who receive masters, it’s degrees
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| Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed
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| All inside our stoner pow-wow
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| So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
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| I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
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| Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
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| So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
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| Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
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| We drug dealing, musical terrorism
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| Underground faction existing
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| So you don’t have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen
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| Drugs for you ears
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| You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
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| But now you have to get down
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| And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down
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| A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
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| You know what I smoke anywhere I go
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| All access, never it locked though
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| Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
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| I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
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| Let’s congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
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| Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
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| No raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
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| Like I did back when, ain’t nothin' changed but the addresses
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| New crib but I kept my old door mat
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| Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
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| You’ve been told that, buss em, know that
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| Cause they’ve been shown that
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| Learn the hard way, dead in the hallway
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| Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
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| When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
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| I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
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| Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece
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| With the icing that you like
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| La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, Life
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| Drugs for you ears
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| You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
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| But now you have to get down
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| And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Down , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп