Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J.L.R., artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 31.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
J.L.R. |
| ‘Fore I left up my house |
| I kill it while I’m on the |
| Ehm, life |
| Fuck are you takin' me for? |
| One of you sucker niggas who forget the set when he blow |
| Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich |
| Uh, my shift on the flo |
| My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk |
| Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled |
| ‘Fore I left out my house, I kill it while I’m on the road |
| On the way to your girl house, you don’t know that’s mine |
| Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes |
| Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old |
| Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol |
| Keeping everything the same, word to what I drove |
| Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes |
| Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn’t home |
| I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out |
| Like fuck that, we want it now |
| This is jet life, my niggas is buying stocks |
| Like fuck that, we want it now |
| This is jet life, my god sons want drops |
| The fuck you thought this was dawg? |
| We them illest motherfuckers after all |
| We’ll have this whole world changed by tomorrow |
| J.L.R |
| Like the fuck you thought this was dawg? |
| We them endless motherfuckers after all |
| We’ll have this whole world changed by tomorrow |
| J.L.R |
| J.L.R |
| Aye what they thought this was dawg? |
| We them endless motherfuckers after all |
| We’ll have this whole world changed by tomorrow |
| Nigga I’m bound to make it |
| I told ‘em hoes I was gonna be ballin' |
| Like the shot off that glass, uh I caused it |
| They talkin' ‘bout all my camp, nigga beg your pardon |
| I ain’t never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign bitch |
| Chasin' juvenile like in the trip |
| And we all don’t get no chance like this |
| So I’m goin' in, I’ll try my best to dodge them pigs |
| Tried my best to dodge that pig |
| If I could I’d do it again |
| Money racks they spend, I do it big |
| Check my paw prints, got the skills to pay my rent |
| Got enough game to take your bitch, girl be fuckin' me big |
| My jersey numba and my main bitch |
| Be a 10, that’s some playa shit |
| But where we from only strong win, and thats J.L.R |
| Yea yea yea |
| Rrriiight, the fuck you thought this was dawg |
| We them illest motherfuckers after all |
| Have this whole world changed by tomorrow |
| I’ll be the young high fellow, fly mellow |
| Straight from the ghetto, illest nigga out the triborough |
| And I’m the newest member of the jet life team |
| And i’mma bring my nigga Phelps mad more cream |
| Lo galore, kill these niggas looks fo' sha |
| Bout to takem em back where thirstin took ‘em before |
| Ah, Kushed god, hear my scriptures |
| Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture |
| Rugby’s on the bed, rugby’s on the wall, rugby’s on the floor |
| Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all |
| I feel you bro, now them bitches think I’m ballin' |
| So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem |