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plane hater - curren$y lyrics

intro: (yeah…)

f.s. jets n*gga x2
where haven’t we been we been yet?
some of these n*ggas is b*tches too
(and i’m showing love on the pool table today)
and some of these b*tches look just like you
free love day! super techmo bowl….

verse 1: curren$y
spitta n*gga float thru 1981
z28 old*school that’ll i outrun
anything on the interstate, n*ggas hate but i don’t trip
smoking joints while my girl lace up my stan smith’s
do it for the f*ck of it
pass round the club in one car, go home and come back in another whip
that’s that new orleans sh*t, glad to be apart of it
if i didn’t set the trеnd, i’m friends with who started it
airplane fly high n*gga wе so hard to hit
i got j’s in colorways only jordan gets
catch me in los angeles partying
performance out in [?] tore it up
i’m f*cking the message boards up
unsportsmanlike running the scores up
bad b*tches get they draws up
countach with the doors up
even if your hands broke you must applaud us

chorus: 2x

some of these n*ggas is b*tches too
and some of these b*tches look just like you
so stay your distance
cause we ain’t tryna come down with your sickness
plane hater

verse 2: young roddy

i let my n*gga smash, i don’t save no chick
and now i’m like light up and blaze that sh*t
now who would’ve known i get paid like this
plus mama been said there’ll be days like this
and nah you ain’t gotta m*chase like this
? dough, stack bread like this
and i am from the other side where they ain’t made like this
i been two steps ahead like this
take another hit, w*lly mays that sh*t
now i am fly as f*ck, baby pardon my french
tell the valet, watch how they park my whip
sh*t can i live? let me talk my sh*t
i go head to the jeweler to frost my wrist
same sh*t different day just another trip
started out with no cash and now i got a grip
heavy wallet got me walking with a limp

chorus: 2x

some of these n*ggas is b*tches too
and some of these b*tches look just like you
so stay your distance
cause we ain’t tryna come down with your sickness
plane hater

outro:

let’s go baby…
yeah… yeah…
f.s. jets n*gga, f.s jets b*tches
where haven’t we been yet?
? you know what sound is missing
right there, that be a good time to put that
just keep on listening so that the airplane noise be going while i’m telling you put that on there
alright….

- curreny lyrics

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