Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Targa , by - Curren$y. Release date: 16.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Targa |
| German two-seaters, outside the dealer smoking reefer |
| Reading the blue prints plotting on a million |
| Four empty vaults in the ceiling that hold a quarter a piece waiting for me |
| When the mission complete, we stash and roll more weed |
| We don’t splurge, we converge |
| Had to get more part audio birds served without all them being disturbed |
| Cause some people hate and it’s not deserved |
| It’s just they lives bullshit so it’s yours they concerned with |
| Pull up in that, I pull up in this, I went home, switched, and did it again |
| Just to make 'em sick, hoe that’s what you get |
| Slept on the livest nigga woke up at the bottom of the river |
| Swimming with the fishes |
| I’m at the La Méridien learning to play tennis on a racketball court |
| Like no disrespect intended, what’s the difference |
| We just living, my flow different so my doughs bigger |
| Rolls Royce doors swivel open like a pair of scissors |
| She had her man with her but she don’t remember |
| Slid me the digits we could link up in a minute |
| Say she from Memphis, down here for a week staying at the extended |
| Swiping cards furnish the lil' homie crib got him couches and televisions |
| She in love with a nigga so she stay going on missions |
| Parachuting for the loot what I say she do |
| I could coach 'em to show 'em or disown 'em and play like I don’t know 'em |
| Smoking her open, roaming her ocean |
| California got it and I love 'em for it |
| Provide me with that high I need to set my pen on fire when I write |
| I put it down for the Jet Life like every time |
| When I come through I do it and take yo' shine |
| This is mine, truth is deeply rooted in my rhymes, you just lyin' |
| Them cars you talk about you never seen and never drive |
| Them cars I talk about I smoke weed in and eat cheese fries |
| Da-da-da |
| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches nigga |
| We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures |
| Wouldn’t talk about it if niggas didn’t live it |
| If you need to see it then you could come and visit |
| If you don’t believe it then ask one of your bitches |
| If she bad she probably kick it |
| And she so glad she did it |