11 Curren$y Feat. Jay Electronica - Ad6

Dj S.R.

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Servin', servin' Servin', servin', swervin', yeah Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my ties Damn, yeah Skrrt, skrrt, swerve to the sides We gon' get the whole half, yeah, damn Got 'em sleepin' outside Starin' and on line Uh Andretti back over the stove Cookin' utensils is outside the door Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the sidеs I'ma get the whole world high Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ridе Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my ties For the fly, them other niggas livin', they ain't really live They jams and jive, taps and ref in they iPhone Have a storage full of lies while I glide Glaciers of ice, shootin' craps with diamond dice Nigga, we playin' for your life Shrimps want beef so we lay it over rice It's worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross But it help me sleep at night Keep them cameras off, build them motherfuckin' fences high My hippie girl seen 'em comin' with her third eye All of your dope slangin', them whole pies Watchin' them birds hit the sky Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive We really them guys, all of us is high Read all our names in the headlines, damn Duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum Uh-huh Jay Elec back over the stove I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto It's been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, [?] Well, is the model still, "You get it how you live," yeah? Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless Then graduate the 8-Ball jackets, comin' out I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and The law we lay in the street, Sleepy Joe couldn't be told No harm, no technical foul, no unheavenly free throw From chapel to listen to [?], and a desire [?] Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that's uncontested Jet life, five nations, we can see the planes, it's so majestic I be at [?] boy's on Saint Bernard You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me In the mean time, pop that pussy for a real nigga I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger I'm out that wild Magnolia where niggas'll deal with ya Keep [?], yeah Keep [?], yeah Smokin' weed with 'em, [?]