AD6
Jay Electronica, Curren$y
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Servin', servin' Servin', servin', swervin', yeah Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (just like that time) Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes Damn, yeah Skrrt, skrrt, swerve to the sides We gon' get the whole half, yeah, damn Got 'em sleepin' outside Starin' and online Uh Andretti back over the stove Cookin' utensils is all solid gold Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the sides I'ma get the whole world high Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes For the fly, them other niggas livin', they ain't really live They jams and jive, tappin' raps 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 Uh-huh Jay Elec back over the stove I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov Project niggas, we worldwide now, like Mr. Marcelo New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto It's been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, Jay Well, is the motto 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 D-To I spit it for Mookie, Juv, World, Earl, and Cito The law we lay in the street, even Sleepy Joe couldn't be told No harm, no technical foul, no unheavenly free throw From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, 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 What's poppin' NOLA like Britney I be at Poor Boys on St. Bernard You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me But 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 it G in it, yeah Keep it G in it- Smokin' weed in it
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Written by: Shante Scott Franklin, Timothy Elpadaro Thedford
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