Jazz Cartier – Lost Lyrics

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It's uh, Carti-ay or Carti-air, that's the question I get asked a lot
Light up with Sailor Moon, we blastin' off but I'm no astronaut
Condo down in Houston so don't ask me if I rap a lot
If you were in my shoes then you would have a lot to brag about
Lantz up on the beat, now look what he made me do
I'm in New York and everything that I have on is navy blue
And they heard that I was crazy, well my girl, she's crazy too
And if I were in your shoes then I would probably hate me too
I got your girl's French Open, serving for that last set
My life is a tennis game, haven't met my match yet

With no words, I can prolly make the track wet
Turn the camera on and have your girl turn to an actress
Hat back, snap back, oxy, rotten OG
I only do the white when I'm with girls from the OC
High top, sky box, we up in the nose bleeds
Rollin' on a pine and making friends with all the old trees
If I see a chance, I'm grabbin' it, kill the beat by stabbin' it
Poke it with a javelin and stuff it in a cabinet
Rollin' with some savages, close your eyes and imagine it
I'm speaking Mandarin to a plastic Pamela Anderson
Whoa damn, I only mess with pilots who gon' sail
If you don't then I'm advisin' all you guys to go to hell
Don't be askin' if I'm smokin', that's the weed that you can smell
And I'm high, you see my eyes? Cuz if you can't then you can tell
I been up in private school so all I know is class
I got dealers all around me but all I blow is cash
If you see a group of models homie, they probably with Jazz
With my hands full of bags, and my pants below my ass
Recently these lames use my name without permission
It's a game to all these children, so I guess I gotta kill em
And I'm the main event, you still stuck on exhibition
And as long as I'm a (?), ain't no questionin' my vision

[Outro]
And I know, I know, yeah you know I know
I've already been to places that you dream about a mo
And I know, I know, yeah you know I know
When you gettin' so much paper, haters taste you but you don't
Yeah I know, I know, yeah you know I know
I've already been to places that you dream about a mo
Yeah I know, I know, yeah you know I know
When you gettin' so much paper, haters taste you but you don't

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