Jet 2 - Where I Take The Flow lyrics

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Jet 2 - Where I Take The Flow lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] Said I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with my headphones 'Cause every time I spit it feels like my head's gone n***a I'm in the zone, this is what I call home Driving Wrekless, but I do not steer wrong Crying to the music, every beat I tear off Like it is just mere cloth; softer than meerschaum They like what am I on, n***a what am I on Hop up on the jet, blast off, we're off, n***a 'Til I'm in the bentley like my first name's Fonzworth No bullsh**, bull fighter, I'm a Don Even chickies rolling with me probably fight you like Milan Them b**hes crazy [Chorus](2x) Where would I take the flow Do you know? 'Cause I don't I don't know where I take the flow n***a I just spit it like blah blah blah blah blah [Verse 2] Jet 2 the random, I'm too much for them to handle I Hannibal Lecter you b**hes, lecture you n***as Professional spitting, I do it as if I didn't I never thought of quitting, that's never been a decision But listen I ran into succes, perfect collision, what's missing Standing ovation and acclamation and admiration I'm chasing my dreams racing with my subconscious vision I'm viewing competiton as whatever conscious isn't I'm so constant with my committment Constantly I envision success on the platter like a bunch of dishes Determined, I'm hitting like double vision Stuck to the glory road, gum, no double mint bih [Chorus] [Verse 3] Check it I'm in L.A. with the Charger like San Diego's the Dodgers Get up in her bagel and make her thick as Toccara Hit it, flick her a flower, flea flicker Toss it up, quarterback, throw it at me, pick it like Ronde Barber I'm the product of tomorrow Pulling ladies pumping gas into the Solaras And explore her like Safari Ken, I have a minarge with Barbies Nicki looking at me like n**ie you silly Take that like he didn't give me Diddy did he Bang bang make her call me Chidi n**ie Roll around the whole city The pa**enger seat is a video vixie That I think I'm 'bout to split like 50/50 n**ie, I feel gritty, grind like a 50/50 n**ie I shine like limelight, publicity n**ie Feel me, I'm like I might be outside the box like a mime When I rhyme, no Milli Vanilli [Chorus](4x) [Verse 4] Jet 2 the random Flow is my weapon and I swing it like Lancers On like a lantern Long like tall a** long-legged dancers Yo' flow wet, but my flow damper My flow s**y, yo' flow a hoe n***a My flow smash, n***a big dick bandit Yo' flow Pluto, n***a my flow Saturn Big a** ring around the sh** like the planet I'm just bored, n***a kidding, big box of pampers Yo' girl call me baby like I cannot fit in pants yet All I hear is damn, yes, uh, oh, and yeah Hyrdoplane in her with the jet, did I land yet Uh oh, damn yes, that's her answer Get her, then I get her off with the tongue and hand set She say that my sh** go, ready and set Uh oh, damn yes, damn yes [Chorus](4x)