Still got visions of the rooftop." As do I, George, Jets and Jefferson Deluxe apartment in the sky, Niggas can't downplay me baby I'm too high Pilots
Yea, and this is what I do yea, lames catch feelings we catch flights ? seen him till you seen him, jet life yea lames catch feelings we catch flights
[Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin
Curren$y: yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes i'm anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine. Maco
this is revenge like when them Russians caught us all on with the red light no bullets just pens no machine guns just machined up rims yea I let me fitted
(feat. Trademark, Young Roddy) [Trademark] It's been a minute let me get with it as I roll up Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up My
[Intro:] Uh Scoo do do do do do do Racecars and Weed Jars Nigga [Verse 1:] I got a style for every bump in ya face, Greaseball ass nigga, Pontiac Judge
(Chorus) So I see the setting sun and I get to feeling numb, Down on that side of town, back where no funs around. Back where I felt like me and everything
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fool) What it was What it used to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang) She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches sliding
whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble you were cool ten years ago, your fucking
[Chorus] We smoke and drink all night Hangover cause we hung out Chicks know we party that's why They love it when we come out Have the time of your life
[Hook: Big Krit] I'll take you farther than far Somewhere near Mars We'll get hiiiiiiiiiiigh in the skkkkkkkky I'll take you where you can't be Unless
intro: L L L L L L L L Jet life Jet life jet life where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could
[Devin The Dude:] I'm Puffin I never get enough in I never cook coke up on the stovetop But I'm stuffin these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt But
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
And I feel that time's a wasted go So where you going 'till tomorrow? And I see that these are lies to come So would you even care? And I feel it And
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki) I'm the pilot of this plane Spread my wings at the break of day Fly by night, sleep by day Oh baby, won't you take me
the pilot Try my balloon Drop the monkey Smell my perfume Drop the mahout I'm the easy rider Don't use your army To fight a losing battle Drop the pilot