Curren$y - Twistin Stank Lyrics

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Spitta: lames cant feel us we catch flights jet life jet life

Verse 1:
uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my
driveway im so hood rich
before i leave the town this what i told my bitch,
i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool
shit i hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta
be so high up his ex girlfriends cant get ova him call
me all the time like we should go somewhere and chill
baby you should get somewhere way the fuck away from
here this is jet life this how you want to live got
one bottle in ur section all ur homies scared to sip
our cups is ova runnin we got buckets of it bitch pinky
rings and thumbs your girl is dyna run i got some room
fo her brake lights on my coup fo her scoop then screw
then threw her back to you once theres no use fo her

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what
the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin
game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch
the planes see rielly thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff
them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas
ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin
back kisses cuz we winnin

Verse 2:
selfmade you just affiliated i chuckle at ur lil money
fuckin funny pappers space case volcano digit vapors
lookin down at my watch its like im flyin ova vegas
she workin them tables no waiter painted toes topless
for them dollars get to the crib and count up on the
flo jets down south hustlin work to the colonel independent
slangin records bitch thats where i learned it red
light car show corner turner 11 second quarter mile
no nas burner suckers lost in the sauce as the world
turnin fools cant do nuttin got that jet life insurance

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what
the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin
game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch
the planes see rielly thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff
them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas
ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin
back kisses cuz we winnin

Verse 3:
might not make this interview phones off door shut
sleepin off that o i smoked wake me when more weed
rolled up do i got that girl show'n up yo girl want'n
kiss my chuck ????????????
now she lookin for chuck whole life pedal mashed prayin
god wont let me crash no im slippin askin for forgiveness
steady send it down all i am is just one man tryna
smoke as best i can keep a bitch thats ill at makin
bongs not empty soda cans rollin man over them im so
cold im polar bearin all on these tracks i love the
fact they hatin that laker sacks boston packs cold
words for my ???? told u once before the dialog the
pilot smoke dont no her uh uh

Hook:

Verse 4:
slept on like a beach towel haters lookin at em now
paper stackin aint no braggin i could buy us each a
vowel 66 impalas leanin like italy pizza tower beat
the beat the jets and the producers some condolance
flowers time in incriments of money not in seconds
or hours no matter what you do to do is gon come second
to ours grayscull power put the smash on them cowards
skeletors scary whores aint ready for my metaphors
think my flow need betty ford slurred words twisted
verbs influenced by magic herbs gee how i attach those
words? see me gliddin so drexler ?
????? check the score we on the board championship we own the board

Hook:

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