Curren$y, Jay Electronica - AD6 lyrics

[Curren$y, Jay Electronica - AD6 lyrics]

Servin', servin'
Servin', servin', swervin', yeah
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners
Collectin' my damn (Just like that time)
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners
Collectin' my tithes damn, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt, uh, swerve to the sides
We gon' get the whole world high, yeah, damn
Got 'em sleepin' outside (Jet Life, Jet Life)
Standing on line, uh

Andretti back over the stove (Stove)
Cookin' utensils is all solid gold (All gold)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrapе the sides
(Scrape thе sides)
I'ma get the whole world high
(Get the world high)
Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride
Servin' sermons, swervin' corners
Collectin' my tithes (Collectin' my tithes)
For the fly (For the fly)
Them other niggas livin', they
Ain't really live, they jams is jive
Tappin' raps in they iPhone
Data storage full of lies while I glide
Glaciers of ice
Shootin' craps with diamond dice
Nigga, we playin' for your life
Shrimps want beef, so we lay it over rice
(So we lay it over rice)
It's worth twelve percent of
My adjusted gross
But it help me sleep at night
(It help me sleep at night)
Keep them cameras on
Build them motherfuckin' fences high
My hippie girl seen 'em comin'
With her third eye
(Comin' with her third eye)
Audio dope, slangin' them whole pies
Watchin' them birds hit the sky
Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive
We really them guys, all of us is high (Damn)
Read all our names in the headlines, damn

E in it, Chevy's on switches, nigga
Smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
Duh dum, duh dum, duh dum, duh dum uh, huh

Jay Elec back over the stove
I left home on Greyhound and
Came back with Hov
Project niggas, we worldwide now
Like Mr marcelo new Orleans
Where we still makin' Heaven
Out of the ghetto
It's been a long time since we
Seen you under the bridge, jay
Well, is the motto still, "You
Get it how you live, " yeah? Say less
I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless
Then graduate to 8-Ball jackets
Comin' out D To
I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl
And Cito the law we lay in the street
Even Sleepy Joe couldn't veto
No harm, no technical foul
No uninhibited free throw
From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, Desire
North Miro me and Spitta spit a flame
Of magic that's uncontested
Jet Life, Roc Nation, can see the planes
It's so majestic
What's poppin' NOLA like Britney
I be at Poor Boys on St bernard
You got a bone to pick with
Me? Come and get me but in the meantime
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
I used to rock the Popeye ashtray
And the mouth with the Hilfiger
I'm out that wild Magnolia where
Niggas'll deal with ya

Keep the E in it, damn, yeah
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures

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