Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where I Take the Flow , by - Jet 2Release date: 08.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I Take the Flow |
| Said I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with my headphones |
| 'Cause every time I spit it feels like my head’s gone |
| Nigga I’m in the zone, this is what I call home |
| Driving Wrekless, but I do not steer wrong |
| Crying to the music, every beat I tear off |
| Like it is just mere cloth; softer than meerschaum |
| They like what am I on, nigga what am I on |
| Hop up on the jet, blast off, we’re off, nigga |
| 'Til I’m in the bentley like my first name’s Fonzworth |
| No bullshit, bull fighter, I’m a Don |
| Even chickies rolling with me probably fight you like Milan |
| Them bitches crazy |
| Where would I take the flow |
| Do you know? 'Cause I don’t |
| I don’t know where I take the flow |
| Nigga I just spit it like blah blah blah blah blah |
| Jet 2 the random, I’m too much for them to handle |
| I Hannibal Lecter you bitches, lecture you niggas |
| Professional spitting, I do it as if I didn’t |
| I never thought of quitting, that’s never been a decision |
| But listen |
| I ran into succes, perfect collision, what’s missing |
| Standing ovation and acclamation and admiration |
| I’m chasing my dreams racing with my subconscious vision |
| I’m viewing competiton as whatever conscious isn’t |
| I’m so constant with my committment |
| Constantly I envision success on the platter like a bunch of dishes |
| Determined, I’m hitting like double vision |
| Stuck to the glory road, gum, no double mint bih |
| Check it |
| I’m in L.A. with the Charger like San Diego’s the Dodgers |
| Get up in her bagel and make her thick as Toccara |
| Hit it, flick her a flower, flea flicker |
| Toss it up, quarterback, throw it at me, pick it like Ronde Barber |
| I’m the product of tomorrow |
| Pulling ladies pumping gas into the Solaras |
| And explore her like Safari |
| Ken, I have a minarge with Barbies |
| Nicki looking at me like niggie you silly |
| Take that like he didn’t give me Diddy did he |
| Bang bang make her call me Chidi niggie |
| Roll around the whole city |
| The passenger seat is a video vixie |
| That I think I’m 'bout to split like 50/50 |
| Niggie, I feel gritty, grind like a 50/50 |
| Niggie I shine like limelight, publicity niggie |
| Feel me, I’m like I might be outside the box like a mime |
| When I rhyme, no Milli Vanilli |
| Jet 2 the random |
| Flow is my weapon and I swing it like Lancers |
| On like a lantern |
| Long like tall ass long-legged dancers |
| Yo' flow wet, but my flow damper |
| My flow sexy, yo' flow a hoe nigga |
| My flow smash, nigga big dick bandit |
| Yo' flow Pluto, nigga my flow Saturn |
| Big ass ring around the shit like the planet |
| I’m just bored, nigga kidding, big box of pampers |
| Yo' girl call me baby like I cannot fit in pants yet |
| All I hear is damn, yes, uh, oh, and yeah |
| Hyrdoplane in her with the jet, did I land yet |
| Uh oh, damn yes, that’s her answer |
| Get her, then I get her off with the tongue and hand set |
| She say that my shit go, ready and set |
| Uh oh, damn yes, damn yes |