Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song AD6, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 23.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
AD6 |
| Servin', servin' |
| Servin', servin', swervin', yeah |
| Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Just like that time) |
| Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes |
| Damn, yeah |
| Skrrt, skrrt, ugh, swerve to the sides |
| We got the whole world high, yeah, damn |
| Got 'em sleepin' outside (Jet Life, Jet Life) |
| Standing on line |
| Ugh |
| Andretti back over the stove (Stove) |
| Cookin' utensils is all solid gold |
| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the sides (Scrape the sides) |
| I’ma get the whole world high (Get the world high) |
| Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride |
| Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Collectin' my tithes) |
| For the fly (For the fly), them other niggas livin', they ain’t really live |
| They jams is jive |
| Tappin' raps in they iPhone, data storage full of lie |
| While I glide, glaciers of ice |
| Shootin' craps with diamond dice |
| Nigga, we playin' for your life |
| Shrimps want beef so we lay it over rice (So we lay it over rice) |
| It’s worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross |
| But it help me sleep at night (It help me sleep at night) |
| Keep them cameras off, build them motherfuckin' fences high |
| My hippie girl seen 'em comin' with her third eye (Comin' with her third eye) |
| All of your dope slangin', them whole pies |
| Watchin' them birds hit the sky |
| Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive |
| We really them guys, all of us is high (Yeah) |
| Read all our names in the headlines, damn |
| Smoking weed in it |
| Duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum |
| Uh-huh |
| Jay Elec back over the stove |
| I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov |
| Project niggas, we worldwide now, like Mr. Marcelo |
| New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto |
| It’s been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, Jay |
| Well, is the model still, «You get it how you live,"yeah? |
| Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless |
| Then graduate to 8-Ball jackets, comin' out D-To |
| I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and Cito |
| The law we lay in the street, even Sleepy Joe couldn’t veto |
| No harm, no technical foul, no unheavenly free throw |
| From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, and a desire |
| Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that’s uncontested |
| Jet Life, five nations, we can see the planes, it’s so majestic |
| What’s poppin' NOLA like Britney |
| I be at Poor Boys on St. Bernard |
| You got a bone to pick with me? |
| Come and get me |
| But in the meantime, pop that pussy for a real nigga |
| I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger |
| I’m out that wild Magnolia where niggas’ll deal with ya |
| Keep, yeah |
| Keep, yeah |
| Smokin' weed with 'em, |