Charles De Gaulle To JFK

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Yeah
 Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin'
 I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams and hopes that I could become somethin'
 I threw a party, she say Bassy, thank you, but it's nothin'
 Cause I had to keep it jumpin'
 Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin'
 Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin'
 No, I don't be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends
 Rubber duck etcaeterin', and I'm the pain
 I left to make, and can't be ya crutch and meta.
 Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch
 Of the easy lined up, wide up, six speed
 Like clutch, the city on me, I'm clutch
 No Worries ain't depending on me, I'm clutched
 Toast up my most tough at thirty thousand feet
 Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat, Michelin man
 Make you grip about the street
 Grab The D cup on the freak, played that bitch and press repeat
 J-Walkin' thru time zones, I'm on that trip
 Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit
 I'm takin' all that shit until I own that sis
 College shit get mind blown, I'm on that quick
 She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that's rich
 Nothin' betta than brown dough that's on that stick
 A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
 If you roll it up with some keiff
 Super chasin paper about my lose leaf
 Rollin papers yeah I do chief
 Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi
 Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi
 Salmon, avocado and an order of the cuchie
 Charles De Gaulle To JFK
 Brods givin up the draws like I'm JFK
 Guess I'm flawed, that's the roll, ain't nobody perfect
 Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it
 It's like that now
 Quick, fuck that let me get back
 I'm in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai
 I'm getting brains all day like I'm Magna Cum Laude
 Cause, while you boys planked I was getting more stamps
 Now my passport shitting on your whole camp
 Fuck ya Instagram, that monkeys do delivery, that instant gram
 Damn, put them ones up for them ones that's above us cause we miss them man
 And to the niggas stuck up in the can
 And slam a cage up in ya body put cha body up in a different plan
 Different plain
 Same hustle different game
 They don't love you if they always wanted you to stay the same
 Slidin' through the checks, now I'm slidin' the the W with different dames
 That's a W nigga figure that shit is game
 I just keep doubling figures until my niggas ain't
 Pedelin' pills and kaine
 Cause in the streets, of the industry man them presidents is still the same
 Them presidents still the same
 I get that green back
 I see stacks and relapse
 
 Yeah
 Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin'
 I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams and hopes that I could become somethin'
 I threw a party, she say Bassy, thank you, but it's nothin'
 Cause I had to keep it jumpin'
 Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin'
 Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin'
 No, I don't be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends
 Rubber duck etcaeterin', and I'm the pain
 I left to make, and can't be ya crutch and meta.
 Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch
 Of the easy lined up, wide up, six speed
 Like clutch, the city on me, I'm clutch
 No Worries ain't depending on me, I'm clutched
 Toast up my most tough at thirty thousand feet
 Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat, Michelin man
 Make you grip about the street
 Grab The D cup on the freak, played that bitch and press repeat
 J-Walkin' thru time zones, I'm on that trip
 Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit
 I'm takin' all that shit until I own that sis
 College shit get mind blown, I'm on that quick
 She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that's rich
 Nothin' betta than brown dough that's on that stick
 A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
 If you roll it up with some keiff
 Super chasin paper about my lose leaf
 Rollin papers yeah I do chief
 Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi
 Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi
 Salmon, avocado and an order of the cuchie
 Charles De Gaulle To JFK
 Brods givin up the draws like I'm JFK
 Guess I'm flawed, that's the roll, ain't nobody perfect
 Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it
 It's like that now
 Quick, fuck that let me get back
 I'm in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai
 I'm getting brains all day like I'm Magna Cum Laude
 Cause, while you boys planked I was getting more stamps
 Now my passport shitting on your whole camp
 Fuck ya Instagram, that monkeys do delivery, that instant gram
 Damn, put them ones up for them ones that's above us cause we miss them man
 And to the niggas stuck up in the can
 And slam a cage up in ya body put cha body up in a different plan
 Different plain
 Same hustle different game
 They don't love you if they always wanted you to stay the same
 Slidin' through the checks, now I'm slidin' the the W with different dames
 That's a W nigga figure that shit is game
 I just keep doubling figures until my niggas ain't
 Pedelin' pills and kaine
 Cause in the streets, of the industry man them presidents is still the same
 Them presidents still the same
 I get that green back
 I see stacks and relapse
 

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Duration
03:09
Tempo
93 BPM

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