Montreux Lyrics - Pilot Talk Ii - Curren$y

Yeah, and this is what I do 

Yeah, lames catch feelings, we catch flights 

Yeah, You've seen him till you seen him, jet life 

Yeah lames catch feelings we catch flights 

You aint' seen him till ya'? Yea, fool 

You aint' never seen the man until you seen the man 

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Kush smoke 

Money, clothes, hoes 

Hurry up before that elevator door close 

This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux 

Stars in the audience Al Jarreau in the third row 

Parental guardian to this art for it's my baby 

Lazy eye, though wise folk try to play me, I spot you points 

I prove with my every move 

Right from the beginning I was right and that was very crude 

This is what I know 

Make a fool, out of you, if we were to duel 

And a hall player playin' pool 

Renegade bitches choose 

Word to Max Jule 

Drop jewels, diamonds different hues 

Type of shit I like to do 

Orange leather in my coupe 

Carrot soup 

My women ball, word to Sheryl Swoopes 

Minus the hoop 

She fell through 

Fell in love with the blue dream 

And the things she can't have 

Now she looking down like she trynna use a Ipad 

Pro tools confiscated as evidence by the crime 

Lab spyin', ain't even have to do em' like that 

Knife work on the track 

Many ya' cut and slash 

At the neck like a sash 

Blood on my hands, me and my killin' bag 

Raw shit, Kill a gram 

High spinning ceiling fan 

You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man 

Raw shit, Kill a gram 

High spinning ceiling fan 

You ain't neva seen a man, till' you seen the man 

Fool 

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