Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sail On , by - Young Chris. Release date: 04.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sail On |
| Shit was all good while it lasted |
| But I can’t keep on? |
| flowing? |
| As long as the fiends keep on itchin' |
| Nigga, the grams keep on sellin' |
| (That's right!) |
| Bottom of the roost |
| From the heart of North Philly |
| To the top of Hollywood |
| Model bitches, Cali-good |
| I got something that they need |
| That they want |
| I’m the supplier, shorty |
| Low numbers on them pretty bitches |
| And it’s FIRE! |
| Ghetto be my prior |
| I be the one that they admire |
| Home of the flier |
| I gotta become a retire |
| It’s a rap! |
| I got it from here |
| Yes I solemnly swear |
| This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere |
| Been the fuzziest year |
| Staring out of my rear |
| Fuck the pussy police! |
| We got shotties to air |
| Never dead body, a pair |
| Paid a pussies a visit |
| Never mind being tense |
| Never fuck a statistic |
| Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it |
| It’s just the code of this shit |
| And we live it |
| Curren$y kick it |
| (Uh kick it) |
| Yeah! |
| One of the masters of the drug flow |
| Anti-club dress code |
| I just ignore those |
| Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe |
| Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode. |
| (Sail on!) |
| Like a seven-foot sinna |
| Spitta don’t gotta cross ova |
| I just stay in the lane |
| Show off dunks and hang |
| From my goals obtained |
| Planes boarded |
| So I was already soarin' |
| You smell it in my clothes |
| Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren |
| Spitta missin' |
| You lookin' for him? |
| Take a number nigga |
| Never home |
| Gotta call me on the yacht |
| Floatin' out |
| Bottles poppin' before I left the dock |
| Who is that? |
| In the Vinny Jack? |
| Bumpin' super cat? |
| XJ 12 |
| Soft top, retractable shell |
| Parking near the boat launch in Paris |
| Spending french bread |
| Nigga croissants |
| I got a flow that you can sail on |
| Yeah! |
| Sail on, Julia! |
| (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?) |
| Without the fears of ghosts. |
| (Wondering if they-) |
| Sail on, Julia! |
| (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.) |
| Without the fears of ghosts. |
| (From the mansion to the yacht deck.) |
| (Uh) |
| Spitta is chillin' |
| Jeans, paper, denim |
| Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling |
| On the internet |
| Ordering another engine |
| For the lavender Chevy |
| With the suede gray innards |
| Seen niggas go insane trying to get it |
| The thought process of a first place winna |
| JETS nigga! |
| We enter the dragon, got |
| Bruce Lee in the go-yard |
| My lethal kicks cause damage |
| Vaca. |
| Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy |
| They hated on it |
| Said that it could never happen |
| I waited on em |
| As my plan was bein mastered |
| Have patience cause the best is the last laughin' |
| Slashing, dancing, through my defenders |
| No look passin' |
| Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion |
| And I’m |
| New Orleans fliest |
| Do rewind this |
| The JETS get the highest |
| (Uh) |
| Sail on, Julia! |
| Without the fears of ghosts |
| Sail on, Julia! |
| Without the fears of ghosts |