Y’all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers This beat cool but let’s skip to the good part I’m that nigga Been had lyrics since tapes And the rise of the plane continues It’s Mr. That nigga internet famous Fresh while its painted Pass the joint to the cat he came with Speaking the codes Landlovers don’t know the pilot language Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it Everytime you try to holla at a dime She say she taken And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she’s taken These rappers is acting gay 6 degrees of seperation I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins I’m at the hobby shop I’m in the R-I-C racing Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement I got that to plu on pluto That space shit They must of told you not to say the “S” word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain’t say shit Clear the lane Make way for the planes bitch You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch [Lucifer Beat] [Verse 2 – Young Roddy: They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain’t lit She don’t cook well, but she give me sweet brain Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain Got her stayin’ up late; wakin’ up, bake And to think this the life that I chose? Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? You should be messing with a player of my caliber.

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Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? They got pistols in the sofa cushion Mama watched how you you sit with the niggas And my brotha apartment used to be trippin’ But I dociety every minute spent in it Remember it like yesterday,them images is very vivid Made me a colder nigga, as a youngster, roll with the older And made sure that I did my shit just how they did it Pulled up, hitting switches at any event or in the trenches Its all the same, I’m heavily respected in the game They all know my name, why rappers do free beats Trying to get back they chain, I’m rolling heavy Chevys Mashing through the light rain, mixtae won’t even put up the top We on the move, they only get to touch us if we stop bruh Hit the block, kids tell one another that that’s my car I was just like you shorty, but you gotta grind hard You ready for war, take it far, all heart From the front porch to the stars, ain’t far, just stretch your arms out Stacking the stash, you’ll never fall off Never get a label, your masters record it all for us?

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That nigga internet famous Fresh while its painted Pass the joint to the cat he came with Speaking the codes Landlovers don’t know the pilot language Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it Everytime you try to holla at a dime She say she taken And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she’s taken These rappers is acting gay 6 degrees of seperation I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins I’m at the hobby shop I’m in the R-I-C racing Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement I got that to plu on pluto That space shit They must of told you not to say the “S” word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain’t say shit Clear the lane Make way for the planes bitch You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch [Lucifer Beat] [Verse 2 – Young Roddy: Subscribe To Posts Atom.

Subscribe To Posts Atom. On Everything It’s just I know that bitch so cool Jets, winning is the only thing that matters From the very beginning, I knew that I was better Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level You are not competition, Just a step on the ladder Top of the division, write my name on the banner F. Well, I always wanted to try, you know But you want to, right? Niggas talkin’ down on the planes better shut up I’m fed up, waitin’ on valet to pull my vet up You better get up Trynna be cute bitch I’m a leave you Her home girl she said “please” too, She no crazy [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa: Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy “why you in my face and you only want one thing?

You should be messing with a player of my caliber.

Curren$y Lyrics:

I don’t know it just comes naturally Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag Rollin’ with my Yo homies My patience for the middle man has run out Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out I’m really on my grind You just lookin’ for a ride Like you standin’ on the side of the road with your dumb mouth [Hook x2 – Currensy: Y’all want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers This beat cool but let’s skip to the good part I’m that nigga Been had lyrics since tapes And the rise of the plane continues It’s Mr.

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Nigga, light it I heard this is a weed friendly environment Seen ’em at my shows front row, gettin’ excited They all smoke and memorize my lines Say I’m the tightest Know bitches who rep the gang hard as niggas who do the same And don’t support the bullshit they only do the planes In every city we smokin’ like a train They heard I’m swingin’ past now them bitches gettin’ gas, octane Not a name to compare ’em to I can skydive, no parachute With just a socciety pair of shoes Zig zags and hella tattoos Put you in a mindstate That this is my movie Put you in it too The bomb weed make it critical Sit with the vampire in his interview.

Ride off the block bitches try to jump in the sunroof it’s so true And I ain’t got no feathers in my seat but that’s your chick in my coupe Nothin’ memace a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy FS is the set we made it Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin’ [Verse 2 – Trademark Da Skydiver: That nigga internet famous Fresh while its painted Pass the joint to the cat he came with Speaking the codes Landlovers don’t know the pilot language Everytime we hear you niggas bite our style we change it Everytime you try to holla at a dime She say she taken And if you do get a bad one and bring her round us she’s taken These rappers is acting gay 6 degrees of seperation I swear them niggas kicks like my Nike Air Bakins I’m at the hobby shop I’m in the R-I-C racing Smashed my gas-powered viper and now I need a replacement I got that to plu on pluto That space shit Sociegy must of told you not to say the “S” word in your raps cause we heard your joints you ain’t say shit Clear the lane Make way for the planes bitch You think she a model but to us she just a plain bitch Your girlfriend will forever be The Planes bitch [Lucifer Beat] [Verse 2 – Young Roddy: Ride off the block menaec try to jump in the sunroof it’s so true And I ain’t got no feathers in my seat but that’s your chick in my coupe Nothin’ but a G thing baby, two East side niggas going crazy FS is the set we made it Laughing at them bitch niggas they hatin’ [Verse 2 – Trademark Da Skydiver: Spitta nigga you know me or either you know of me Witnessed traces of my sockety But it was being presented to you by other rappers These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics Perfect example given, of life imitating art These niggas is lost in the sauce I’m partying in a downtown loft Thanking God that I’m finally getting on And praying for the talented rappers who still off What a nigga gotta do to get through?

soxiety Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red Yo do it like a Jill She don’t think the sex come with head? Chang’s, I’m on shrimp fried rice My name is my name, you know my name right C-U-Double R-E-N-Dollar Sign-Y in the hell are we not signed Your guess as good as mine, I gotta few offers But you know how they do, they low ball ya Izzle got a Impala I’m a get one too cause I don’t want to ask if I can borrow His shit so I got my own In front the club, block my car off with the cones Don’t let nobody get in my spot when I’m gone I might come back around this bitch Watch these hoes as they walk out Tha’ts the only way to see what they really look like Cause you can’t trust the mother fuckin’ club lights I might, seek out something spitra Models twisted off Ciroc vodka A fitted t-shirt, married to the Mob one Kick game proper, super sky tops Millionaire frames, tail blue aqua Just my style, you can’t ride in the Lotus One question, baby can you roll this They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof And a Swedish broad badder than my main bitch Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it ain’t lit She don’t cook well, but she give me sweet brain Make a rapper turn singer like T-Pain Got her stayin’ up late; wakin’ up, bake And to think this the life that I chose?

My name is in the streets, my name is my name.

Jets in God We Trust Lame niggas lyin’ to they bitches Sayin’ that they hang with us We was in the same club But that don’t mean that you came with us Better get it together Can’t be around duck-ass niggas I’m allergic to the feathers Yeah, it’s whatever whenever If the [?

D It’s the sweetest thing but at the same time it stings Cash and diamonds got these peasants pretending to be kings It ain’t hard to tell, them diamonds real but they rating very low on the scale That’s not clarity, that’s just embarrassing What type of jeweler carry those things?

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Robinson They never see my angle Out in Cincinnatti like I’m betting on the Bengals Look how I stack my chips up like pringles And they say I ask to ass I mean anal And I bet I get paid far as the game go Stack them all up until the singles Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo And jets fly the globe like beatles Sharper than a razor On point like needles That word to my main mamacita They used to laugh at me Now I’m bumping through their speakers Like “Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal” [Lucifer Beat].

I dodge a bitch like Neo Pussy you ain’t thuggin’, you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin’ hot, nigga, Tapatio Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cesar Leo It’s more than just choosin’ your fingers up, and you deep with us You ain’t eat with us, you ain’t sleep with us Must of shot.

spitta menace to society mixtape

A I’m partying in M. My name is in the streets, my name is my name.

Curren$y & LNDN DRGS Kick Back For Some “Payback”

Robinson They never see my angle Out in Cincinnatti like I’m betting on the Bengals Look how I stack my chips up socuety pringles And they say I ask to ass I mean anal And I bet I get paid far as the game go Stack them all up until the singles Back when they bumped Cutless Mindless and regals My hoopgroup you gon hold like tivo And jets ,enace the globe like beatles Sharper than a razor On point like needles That word to my main mamacita They used to laugh at me Now I’m bumping through their speakers Like “Hell yeah, feel getting that money legal” [Lucifer Beat].

Shit Let me stay away from that Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim You just realizing that I’m that nigga homeboy I been him Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously But I figured that my words would lose their validity To the ingrates who don’t appreciate my mixtapes Taking for granted my rhymes Because they hearing new ones all the time I’m about to take a sabbatical dog And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta’s catalog Real niggas I’m not turning my back on ya’ll Real bitches I ain’t giving up on rap for ya’ll I’m just pausing for the people who slow And let them learn the shit you already know Muthafucka you know Bitches know the planes got it Jets nigga, where haven’t we been yet?

Jets, Winning is the only thing that matters From the very beginning, I knew that I was better Than a lot of these niggas, they are not on my level You are not competition, Just a step sitta the ladder Top of the division, write my name on the banner F.

A My bitches looking for me say I’m M. The mixtape it’s officially done This is it, right here Haha, yeah, uh I’m back better than ever No hiatus, just weed crushers Rollers, and one and a half wide papers Catch me and Spitta smokin’ up You got trees? Shit Let me stay away from that Before niggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim You just realizing that I’m that nigga homeboy I been him Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously But I figured that my words would lose their validity To the ingrates who don’t appreciate my mixtapes Taking for granted my rhymes Because they hearing new ones all the time I’m about to take a sabbatical dog And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta’s catalog Real niggas I’m not turning my back on ya’ll Real bitches I ain’t giving up on rap for ya’ll I’m just pausing for the people who slow And let them learn the shit you already know Muthafucka you mixtapee Bitches know the planes got it Jets nigga, where haven’t we been yet?

Few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy “why you in my face and you only want one thing? Spitta nigga you know mixtzpe or either you know of me Witnessed traces of my swagger But it was being presented to you by other rappers These niggas is actors, consumed by their roles Thinking that they are really that nigga they created in their fictitious lyrics Perfect example given, of life imitating art Emnace niggas is lost in the sauce I’m partying in a downtown loft Thanking God that I’m finally getting on And praying for the talented rappers who still off What a nigga gotta do to get through?

spitta menace to society mixtape