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Seat Change Lyrics - Pilot Talk - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

(Fool) 

What it 

It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang 

Bitches sliding off they wedding rings 

Uncork the champagne (Yeah) 

And she just wanna ride with a G' (Yeah) 

 

She remember what it was 

She remember what it used to be (right) 

But somewhere along the lines she fucked up 

And realized she lost her seat 

And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' 

Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' 

 

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(Yeah, Yeah, Fool) 

Uh, fresh out the time machine, I step 

Mercedes Benz SL5, garage kept 

I play the field with stiff arms and side steps 

Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep 

Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept 

When I mentioned my intentions were to step 

Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me 

We've got history 

I know I still can beat, fool 

And women I've been with know it's true 

No matter what I got goin' 

Saw me with my mang thang 

Still got my number she textin' my phone 

She just wanna ride with a G' 

I can't knock her 

Fucking with these imposters 

Lower case G's, little me's 

Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed 

My bud covered in fuzz 

But not surrounded by the police 

 

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(Yeah) 

She remember what it was 

She remember what it used to be 

But somewhere along the lines she fucked up 

And realized she lost her seat 

And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' 

Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' 

 

Yeah-a, she-a 

Playa, play ya 

Lay ya, spray ya 

On the real loco 

I should be the mayor 

Compassionate writer 

Fly to a spider 

Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper 

My cipher is G's 

No fleas, green trees 

No seeds, oh please 

We press, we ease 

Artistically in a midst of me 

I'm mystically and magical 

The weight I form the group 

Makes a move I mean cause my shit is like classical 

It blows my mind and I know 

This new diamond I quote 

It's worth about a mill ticket 

Baby is ya down to come get it? 

Cause my seat is unoccupied 

West coast livin' is you down to ride? 

We can take ya to the spot maybe 

But it's hot baby 

From the bottom all the way to the top, baby 

You with the boss dogg, that it is 

You see I'm 'bout the currency with urgency 

Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig 

 

(Yeah) 

She remember what it was 

She remember what it used to be 

But somewhere along the lines she fucked up 

And realized she lost her seat 

And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' 

Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' 

Yeah 

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