Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take You There, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 31.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take You There |
| Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating |
| Show’s over, it’s a couple bad ones waiting |
| Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination |
| Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination |
| I don’t see nothing wrong with love being naked |
| Out this world whips, my crib a space station |
| My life is a trip, my crib a vacation |
| Bright lights, big city |
| Big cars, you and me |
| So baby you can roll with me |
| I’ll show you how it’s supposed to be |
| Big stars, I’ll spot ya |
| Be calm, I got ya |
| So baby let me take you there |
| Baby, let me take you there |
| Yellow gold my link, Coca Cola my mink |
| Louie pouch holding that stink, love what you think I came without it? |
| Never that, I keep a pack of papers in my pocket |
| Applaud all my hot shit, in them hoes mouths like gossip |
| Money old as Lou Gossett, dollar clocker |
| Too late for doctors, this dead on arrival |
| Baby recognize G when it’s in her eye, yo |
| Boss up nigga, this is what she ride fo' |
| Nigga fooling in that 2−0 Tahoe |
| Sunroof half open and my eyes halfway closed |
| It’s a movie 'round here baby, might see somebody famous |
| Niggas getting change but we won’t let it change us |
| Jet Life the campaign, can’t stop the reign |
| Had to put the top up on the Vanquish |
| I’m slanging raps off my iPad |
| Thinking back when High Times was a dime bag |
| We was smoking good, but it was all bad |
| Now we ride in that burgundy with the tan rag |
| If you ain’t heard of me |
| A nigga guessin that your internet services ain’t working too good at yall pad |
| It’s all good, I’ll hand y’all a late pass |
| Bring you up to speed 'fore we get to moving too fast |
| Back when I maneuvered that Jag hard top coupe |
| I just knew I was cooler than these lil' dudes out doing it |
| I was just being patient, pimping, perfecting my groovy |
| Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that Bluray Scarface |
| Nigga thinking 'bout music, while I’m? |
| And my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off Mac lip gloss |
| Finna roll up a doobie, sincerely yours truly |
| They can’t do nothing with me, they can’t do nothing to me |