FLAMENCO FEATHERS
演唱：The Jux、Turkish Dcypha、Wavy Boy SmithThe Jux – Flamenco Feathers (Lyrics)
Started the wave
Never did Armani Exchange
Super charge
Ayo
Billy Ocean when the pen flows
In the Caribbean yoga posing with Flamenco's
Present in my quantum of solace
Cos we used to move that Olga Kurylenko
That's just how we used to Bond n***a (****)
All my n***as get fresh off of cash and Pateks
Cos anything less is a lack of respect
My life is iconic but I find it ironic
When I give my jeweller bread for a bag of begets
But that's just as mad as it gets
In a plane Jane 30 bags when I land on a jet
Out in Paris the salmon is fresh
If it's payday I'm like Travis I'm back with the cheques
These lyrics are laced so call it ********
Turkish, give them a taste cos we need more fiends
Got them hitting the base like David Ortiz
Tiffany bracelet on my mortise
I hustle though I'm struck with the grief of Kunta
In the jungle I was tuff like Patrice Lumumba
Defying all the lying we buying
I'm iron like a lion in Zion
Money and power The Jux manifesto, the swags retro
Porsche on the strip, Watch me whip like Silentó,
At the Dubai marina, feeling like bishop
I got the juice by the litre, but who likes a preacher?
My pops paid his dues at Medina
Now I'm cleaner every time I Mecca Dua like Lippa
My views are from Dita, jewels are from Chiefer
88 Benz like I move with my beeper
Getting corner shop gwap, or bodega big paper
Calling all shots in bottega wind breakers
Gucci valour's matching our union 4's
We're the all mighty Jux, but is any sin greater?
Started the wave
Never did Armani Exchange
Super charge
Ayo
Billy Ocean when the pen flows
In the Caribbean yoga posing with Flamenco's
Present in my quantum of solace
Cos we used to move that Olga Kurylenko
That's just how we used to Bond n***a (****)
All my n***as get fresh off of cash and Pateks
Cos anything less is a lack of respect
My life is iconic but I find it ironic
When I give my jeweller bread for a bag of begets
But that's just as mad as it gets
In a plane Jane 30 bags when I land on a jet
Out in Paris the salmon is fresh
If it's payday I'm like Travis I'm back with the cheques
These lyrics are laced so call it ********
Turkish, give them a taste cos we need more fiends
Got them hitting the base like David Ortiz
Tiffany bracelet on my mortise
I hustle though I'm struck with the grief of Kunta
In the jungle I was tuff like Patrice Lumumba
Defying all the lying we buying
I'm iron like a lion in Zion
Money and power The Jux manifesto, the swags retro
Porsche on the strip, Watch me whip like Silentó,
At the Dubai marina, feeling like bishop
I got the juice by the litre, but who likes a preacher?
My pops paid his dues at Medina
Now I'm cleaner every time I Mecca Dua like Lippa
My views are from Dita, jewels are from Chiefer
88 Benz like I move with my beeper
Getting corner shop gwap, or bodega big paper
Calling all shots in bottega wind breakers
Gucci valour's matching our union 4's
We're the all mighty Jux, but is any sin greater?