| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby
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| We… uh (Black Metaphor)
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| Watching the waves crash
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| Jamming to my podna Ohgeesy, he make them slaps
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| Over by my LA woman, she got the gas, exotic turkey bags
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| She fuck with me 'cause I dress good and I make her laugh
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| She ain’t even know how good she had it until I smashed
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| I ain’t been gone five minutes, she wanna know if I’m coming back
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| Trying to lure me in with pictures of her wearing something skimpy
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| But I won’t let her get me, only that money can tempt me
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| Gotta be about them Benji’s, only millie’s worth my energy
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| While my bro keep his eyes peeled for the enemies
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| Gray sweats, white Air Max, Penny’s first edition
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| Vintage Magic satin Starter jacket go perfect with 'em
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| Pro ballin' regulation Spalding, Wilson, y’all some Nerf niggas
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| You play that game 'round here, you might get hurt nigga
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| The south still got something say, Jet Life all day
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| Self-made millionaire, I done that shit my own way
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| Life behind a mask, have the cars there when we land
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| Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in the slab
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| Studio later on, that’s millionaires in the lab
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| Watch costs a car, the car costs a house
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| Changing lives off of rap but it’s bigger than that
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| Recalibrate and then attack 'cause the game changed so fast
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| I think about my young homie, he be out on the ave
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| He’s super talented but he so in love with the streets
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| I swear it make me sad
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| I tell him 'bout that shit like every chance I have
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| But I respect it, he a young boss and he in his bag
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| I hope the industry recognizes
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| superstar
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| and he leave that life in the past
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| Put all his homies on so they don’t crash
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| Invest that money smart and make it last
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| Roll something fat, now watch his empire expand
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| (That's my man)
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby
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| We smoking weed in it, don’t post it in your pictures
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| If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
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| Hitting switches on Chef Highway dippin'
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| Rule number one, don’t talk about me 'round your niggas
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| suspicious
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Bring me by my LA woman, she got the gas
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| Sliding with my H-Town podna, we in a slab
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| By my Miami bitch, she got the fake ass
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| But she make real cash in a flash
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby
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| We smoking weed in it, don’t post it in your pictures
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches baby
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| Jet Life, Jet Life
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| East side, on mind, it’s like every time
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| Several lowriders outside in a line
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| Trying to pick one to drive, can’t decide
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| Roll a joint, get high, make up my mind
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Misty , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Collection Agency, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп