| Never stop, 'til we pick up loot on every block
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| The roof on the crib got that helicop
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| Coupe move with new shoes and socks
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| Not to mention the masterpiece watch
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| Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
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| Material things, wasteful, I know
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| But I just use it as a way to keep score
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| Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us
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| The crew who you hide your bitches from
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| Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what?
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| Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch
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| I had the veal with the parmesan
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| Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on
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| Two mimosa’s, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola
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| Now I’m smokin', rollin', gas in my motor, sippin' my soda
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| We use the pro tools to break down boulders
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| My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders
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| In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it
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| I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan
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| Sexy, cool, crazy
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| My baby like one of them hot 70's ladies
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| Under disco lights with her hips swaying
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| To the music playin'
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| While I’m making major moves with the boss playas
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| Win or lose I was there, beginning to end
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| I paid dues so I’m included and you never knew it
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| Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it
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| Lookin' at us lookin' like stars, and we lookin' at you stupid
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| Sucks to be you kid
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| Drugs
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| In the music
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| Boss playa I’ll ask what it cost later
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| Throw it in the cut like fuck it I’ll floss later
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| In the mix like a cross fader
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| No DJ, givin' em' no leeway
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| We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ’s
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| Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff
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| Get around in the 6, ask in town I’m the shit
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| But who’s the niggas I’m shittin' on?
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| Come to money, you gettin' off or gettin' on?
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| You see that fly shit Spitta on
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| You see that fly shit Ghost on
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| The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes
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| In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron
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| Or should I transform on 'em, they was goin ham on 'em
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| I was blowin' grams on 'em
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| They was showin' swag
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| I was blowin' bags full of strains that niggas didn’t ever know they had
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| It’s Jet Life, I except life
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| It’s knot life until you come through livin' block life
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| Carbon fiber stock pipes
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| I’m talkin' marble on the kitchen counter
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| You gon' smell like reserve if you sit around us
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| Should I keep goin' or quiet up?
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| If you got fire, then fire it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alert , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп