Jets At Ya Neck Lyrics - Return To The Winner's Circle - Curren$y

Jet life jet life jet life jet life. 

Curren$y: 

G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you never went, 

a decorated veteran 

my bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy 

i say fuck it baby girl we gone let him live 

to much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball 

brand new socks and long jon draws i want it all 

my young nigga told yall its getting cold out here dog 

bundle up motha fuck being around the up 

4 niggas deep the number one is us 

text homie and tell him his number up 

you services are no longer needed 

rocka bye baby word to kesha 

broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape 

many a track has met his fate at the hands of spitta andretti 

them niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready. 

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Chorus: 

And im gon keep on driving and smoking 

long as baby keep rolling them nice ones up and passing em over to me 

i done it how my triple o showed me 

smile when i ride by they proud of a grown me 

the climb was lonely 

got to the top and i stood there on my own feet 

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trill niggas form the best crew now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo. 

Trademark: 

Sharvees on my feet 

cacky lrg jets fitted trees sticky 

just riding around the city smoking O's like fiftys 

mind on a milli 

eyes on a rearview cause these haters out to get me 

fuck em, i just duck em like the bitch that was just with me 

simply im on a level where these lames cant gain no entry 

yeah 

i stay high i dont fly on empty 

fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy 

life of a jet bad bitches and good weed 

fast cars and glass jars of sour d 

uhh tms d the sv 

hover over land lovers like a g3 

jets nigga from the net to the tv 

we came up quick and made this shit look easy 

yeah, now they go in cop my cd 

put em in they deck and ride around with them on repeat. 

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Young roddy: 

and its jets over everything 

i put that on everything 

we been doing are thing anyway 

nigga slash anywhere 

first let me twist this up ima tell my driver take me there 

secondly and back to back in and out i came prepared 

flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw this shit right here 

marley told me kill this shit just dont forget your niggas here 

bet i wont i done see blood sweat so many tears 

bet i blow 

thats a fact point blank period 

break her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air 

slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it 

show your right i keep it real 

something im fimilar with 

money coming money going 

man i keep on peeling it 

my jet set camp 

but really tho whats really good 

she know im dealing shit 

she smell me dog she dig my style gangsta and gentelmen 

im good like my jet insureance keep me with benefits. 

Chours. 

Street wizzy money 

hoes and check cloths 

blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat chockin 

we aint tripin in this section full of cloud 9 

flotas is a crush im up in my zone 

you already know see my grind 

its all up in my mind 

i come up with designs that will attack a nigga mental 

now they keeping off my rhyme 

it aint nothing less cause i dont waste time 

steaddy zippin in the city money gettin im fly 

if you look up in the air you will not see me im so high 

bitch im perfect when i glide its like a nerf up in the sky 

twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land acrobat 

blink a eye and miss a act 

stacking stacks up in the leather sack