| Uh, with these lazy eyes I’ve seen
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| more than you could see in seven lifetimes
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| getchu on track
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| got the fresh scoop from inside
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| get you insight on the situation cause i done it twice
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| done the dotted line, tightrope walk
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| where the suits want results, they don’t talk
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| dozens of songs locked away, and writing in the vault
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| no one to blame, it was solely my fault
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| no soft chrome, just boss came 'long
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| right now I’m not trippin' pimpin'
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| you could pay me for it when you get it
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| I’m tryna get a bigga home, put my niggas on
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| they puttin' their niggas on, we gettin' really strong
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| … … Jets, best shape ever
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| Winner’s circle
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| you squares need to get it togetha
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| or stop hangin' with eachotha
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| go somewhere and get is seperate
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| your bitch want that vitamin D, she lookin desperate
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| bullshit convo, five minutes invested
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| now she buck naked, lyin' to you via text message
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| in a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
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| give me head and try to get ahead of us
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| you know which way is up
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| (flight lady again, but you can hear what she says)
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| Yeah, as the world turnin', and my joint still burning'
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| I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
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| so, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
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| it’s crazy, most people never learn it
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| Preach!
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| so, before they hear my sermon
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| here’s my confession, I get dressed with my burna
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| Sheesh!
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| I know that ain’t right, but I know when shit’s weak
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| try livin' on my tray first streets
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| so, before I fall asleep
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| with a certified freak
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| who just tryna get her hands on some … … seats
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| I’m cool
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| Nice try, but you can’t get that from me
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| nice guy, hard body, man it way too weak
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| Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
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| I never try to be somethin I’m not
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| I do me
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| I find it better on my own two feet
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| Roddy keep it unique and low key
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| Jets Fool
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| (Flight Bitch… again)
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| Fresh Polo bucket, all them niggaz know I’m actin' out
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| smoke so much kush in the whip I started blackin out
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| I’m hoppin out, I', one of the freshest without a doubt
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| bitches love when I come around, they know what I’m about
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| take em to the house
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| fuck em good, smoke em out
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| burn a whole ounce with a mama, back to my paper route
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| I’m tryna put a couple a dollas in my money pouch
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| bag to bag transactions, then I’m ova and out
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| dumb it down? |
| neva that, you should know me buy now.
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| I’m floatin' on a kush cloud and I neva come down
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| Jet set, international we roarin now
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| all for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
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| lames cryin over hos, the tears of a clown
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| I’m smokin on some purple and green, you steamin brown
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| leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
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| its MOB, I rest in peace on a money pile
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| (Of course, one more time, the Flight Bitch) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flight Briefing, artist - Curren$y. Album song Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп