Look Up To The Jets Lyrics

*high talk*
motherfucka you know,
i got Brazilian bitches rollin my green leaves; laying with their clothes motherfucka im spitta; told yall niggas i wasnt a quita, they thought it was over until the jets took over; act like you dont see it pimpin look up, we cloud surf yall can have the streets the clouds are my turf; my work is doubled over the summer, you in trouble because the labels know im sure to do my numbers; the jets get cut like chef cucumbers; rock first season BBC before the season open up, half time we probably with the club on us; uhh, there aint enough room in this city, bouta land planes on some niggas houses; homie come up out of it this is our shit, yes ask your girl who she rep she say JETS; and in the steps on Michael Jordon i wont clam to be the best, just let my work speak for itself; *they look up to the jets now where havent we been yet* (PILOT TALK)Curren$y - Look Up To The Jets - http://motolyrics.com/currensy/look-up-to-the-jets-lyrics.html

uhh bitches know the plans got it, had it in the bag so long i forgot about it; club couch with a purple cloud around it, bitches crowd around it i just lay back on my shy(?) shit; me and young roddy on our high shit, we dont know the difference between your bitch and our bitch; but it was clear when your bitch got in my whip, hot spitta, my music the soundtrack to the life of every rich nigga; niggas familiar to the real car interiors and real money engines; my bitch in the luxury livin it serious, recording in the padded room my flow is delirious; (MORE PILOT TALK) (ripped it right here: everytime you niggas bite our style we change it, everytime you see a dime she taken, if you do get a bad one and bring her around she taken)