| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| 2017, we ain’t gon' waste a minute
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| We done assembled the family
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Brought some of the family
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| Brought some of the toys to Atlanta
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| We got in the studio, we drop some hammers
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| Quick lil' six piece
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| Like a mission statement for the company
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| Let you know what we gon' do this year
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| Pretty much our own shit
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| Them niggas show they true colours when you come up
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| They don’t want you in motion, they want you stuck
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| They see you goin', hope you fuck it up
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| Don’t know how you can hang around them fools so much
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| That’s the ones you don’t trust, dope in the pot
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| Somebody turn the stove up
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| Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what
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| Finna fuck somethin' up, show off
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| Live from New Orleans, there’s no love
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| That mean when it come suckers, we got no love
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| Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck
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| When I go to sleep that’s all I can think of
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Look, hotbox the Range
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| All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates
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| Yeah a couple of bitches comin' my way
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| We’ll run the world in a couple days
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| Came back with nothin' but the cake
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| Chevy ridin', yeah they make the ground shake
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| I be grindin' like every damn day
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| When it’s time to hustle, know they don’t pay
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| When it’s said and done, I’m a be the one
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| Nigga talkin' hottest underneath the sun
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| All these niggas with all that sneak dissin'
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| Knowing they ain’t gon' drop nigga
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| Jet life, we 'bout stuntin'
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| Came through in H1 Hummers
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| Lay laws now they all know
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| Had a kick if you tryna score
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| Straight to the block when I get of the road
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| No, I will never forget, by my wo’s
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| Smell that killer weed all of my clothes
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| In the lab bout to drop off a load
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| Flood the streets with that Audio Dope
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| Yea we known to come at they throat
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| Land on mine I let that blow
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| Don’t touch no bitch don’t lust no hoe
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch
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| Playing with it, bad bitch like what you doin' with her
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| Tell that bitch name a car we pullin' up in it
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| Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my shit
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| Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin' dirty in it
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| Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it
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| Dope boy, word is she fuckin' Corner Boy
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| Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car
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| Stayed down, on these clowns played my part nigga
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| Doin' numbers, learned that shit from the start
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| How you really feel, it’s really real I’m really in the field
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| Defense, cornerback and P ain’t never lackin'
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
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| On the field like a football team, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, all my niggas wearin' the same chain
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| Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
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| Jet Life
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| Motherfuckers nervous and shit
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| It’s too lit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Field , by - Curren$y. Song from the album The Jetlanta EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп