lirik lagu curreny - surface to air
{uh jets n-gg- now where haven’t we… they look up to jets n-gg- now where haven’t we… f-ck boys wondering if the b-tch next}
[curren$y:]
ask yaself… how fly… the planes and the taylor gang… [x7]
haters stand clear of em, ya’ll stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let’s here it for em’
zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em’, outta nowhere air hare jordans…
kicked up sittin’ behind a mahogany desk, crumblin’ ‘erb just as big boi and andre would suggest
flow sick need a check up, flow sick that’s how i got my checks up
bad b-tches gold diggin’ lame n-gg-s out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
then slide through the set and f-ck the jets cause’ she respect us
you think you got a winner, but you don’t i bet she let us (lettuce)
pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup… the works!
driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause wiz told me that these b-tches was thirst
crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
it’s amazing how i get so high and stay so down to earth
[chorus:]
uhhh, ain’t nah n-gg-s iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
uhhh, ol’ sucka -ss n-gg- go somewhere and f-ck yourself cause ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with us
you didn’t put 100 on it then you can’t hit it.’
me and my n-gg- wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin’
yeaa, it’s the planes and the taylor gang, lame n-gg-s puttin’ locks and chains on they b-tches
[wiz khalifa:]
smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
college girls play me in their ipod or zune
even b-tches with bad att-tudes b-mpin’ to our tunes, they high maintenance
give em’ wings let em’ fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scr-pers
rollin’ in lime papers and randy’s, smokin’ out somewhere where the sand be. plan b killin’ these kids
not michael jackson, i ain’t feeling these kids, and you hatin’ such a shame that’s where your energy is
i’m in a gfizz flying, leave your b-tches with the planes now she sky diving. h-lla vibin’
and your hating adds just more steam, more chips now i’m living more rothstein
so for every thing it’s worth, i travel all four corners of the earth putting in work
[chorus:]
uhhh, ain’t nah n-gg-s iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
uhhh, ol’ sucka -ss n-gg- go somewhere and f-ck yourself cause ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with us
you didn’t put 100 on it then you can’t hit it.’
me and my n-gg- wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin’
yeaa, it’s the planes and the taylor gang, lame n-gg-s puttin’ locks and chains on they b-tches
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