Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Seventies, artist - Curren$y. Album song Jet Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
The Seventies |
| Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion |
| Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it |
| To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge |
| Long way from down there so don’t look if you’re scared |
| On the quest for the bread, like I’m trying to build a sandwich |
| Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it |
| That’s all, you niggas sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve |
| Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong |
| Sucka niggas ain’t built to last that long |
| They out of ammunition making whack ass songs |
| Rap ain’t wrong, it’s just fucked up, not like that forever though |
| Because you got us, good weed, bad bitches among us |
| Try not to let this bullshit become us |
| We the Jets, my nigga only God is above us |
| Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back |
| Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack |
| I know this ain’t the seventies, I’m feeling like the Mac |
| Goldie, you can’t hold me from collecting these stacks |
| Full steam ahead, no time for looking back |
| While I was off you niggas was getting fat |
| It’s my time boss I need parts of all that |
| If I ain’t on my grind then what you call that |
| Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I’m fallin' |
| Hopefully I land on both Jordan’s |
| Get right back to the sky with another bong rip |
| Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip |
| Stop it, I would never rock it |
| Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets |
| You already know what’s in them Louie pouches |
| It’s prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces |
| Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey |
| Real shit, that’s how I approached the beat today |
| These, niggas is slippin', butterfingers going to the bar |
| Don’t leave your broad you better bring her with you boy |
| Or you’ll be filing a missing person report for her |
| Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers |
| Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer |
| If I didn’t think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her |
| Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back |
| Bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack |
| I know this ain’t the seventies, I’m feeling like the Mac |
| Goldie, you can’t hold me from collecting these stacks |
| Full steam ahead, no time for looking back |
| While I was off you niggas was getting fat |
| It’s my time boss I need parts of all that |
| If I ain’t on my grind then what you call that |