paroles de chanson The Briefing - Curren$y
Jets
nigga
now
where
haven't
we.
Yeah
Went
solo
on
that
ass
but
it's
still
the
same
Nigga's
try'na
jump
ship
to
catch
a
ride
on
the
plane
Nigga's
don't
got
shit
to
do
they're
throwin
dirt
on
my
name
I
ain't
got
nothin
to
do
but
tie
by
big
shoe
strings
Louis
pouch
for
loose
change,
couple
joints
of
mary
jane
A
few
stars
burst
You
know
who
bought
those
cars
first
You
know
who
fuck
them
broads
thirst
Them
niggas
flows
be
bad
You
know
who
toss
those
bars
worst
Spitta
that
nigga
man
star
classman
of
the
verse
Drug
hip
hop
for
my
verse
Told
her
baby
wake
up
now
may
I
play
you
a
few
cuts
JETS
baby
you
try'na
see
us
then
look
up
By
most
I
pulled
two
cuts
My
testerona
do
donuts
I
don't
ride
a
bitch
too
much
I'm
try'na
keep
the
mileage
low
I'm
the
difference
between
a
yacht
and
a
shrimp
boat
Your
the
difference
between
a
thrift
store
and
trench
coat
The
difference
between
a
dog
screamin
and
kindly
coached
This
ain't
a
mixtape
but
dream
this
is
really
so
It's
nothin
the
game
you
lames
are
a
crack
in
the
door
We
bein
stingy
we
ain't
givin
away
swagga
no
more
So
when
we
shop
we
make
the
owners
close
down
the
store
Yeah,
and
they
look
up
to
the
jets
Nigga
now
where
haven't
we
been
yet
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