What It Look Like (feat. Wale)

歌手: Curren$y Wale • 专辑:The Stoned Immaculate (Deluxe Version) • 发布时间:2012-06-01
作词 : R. Harrell/S. Franklin/O. Akintimehin/R. Angry
 作曲 : R. Harrell/S. Franklin/O. Akintimehin/R. Angry
 We blessed to be here
 It's a blessing for you to be here with us
 MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, **** y'all
 What it look like?
 My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah!
 For the occasion, paper planes, uhh
 Look, what it look like?
 My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
 Ah, look, now roll my J tight
 Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
 Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures
 Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
 Ha, I'm more cleaver, clever
 Whether any weather, nobody doing it better, hah
 Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
 Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
 My real estate sweet, yeah, gingerbread
 Probably seen meaner bars probably in the Feds
 Double MG forever though
 Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
 Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
 No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
 Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
 I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
 We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
 Don't **** with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's
 That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
 And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
 Wordplay like a motha****a
 I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
 Wetter than a swish and I never miss
 Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
 Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
 Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch
 Look, what it look like?
 My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
 Ah, look, now roll my J tight
 Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
 Uhh, the engine in back of my car
 I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dawg
 Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
 Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
 I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage, luxury baggage
 Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
 I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
 Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
 Can't keep up, get your liters in order
 4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
 Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
 Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
 I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
 You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet
 We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
 After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout
 Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
 But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass
 In the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
 So **** it, I'm platinum in the streets
 I never gave a ****, and that's what they love
 She just wan' ****, homie just wan' hug
 Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
 And baby girl can't get enough, fill her up
 Look, what it look like?
 My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
 Ah, look, now roll my J tight
 Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
 Look, what it look like?
 My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life, yeah, uhh
 Ah, look, now roll my J tight
 Hahah, you know what they like, yeah, yeah, uhh
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