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Jet jet life jet life jet life.

G'r then ever been and everywhere you never went,
a veteran
my bitches keep it very say they swagga jackin daddy
i say fuck it baby girl we gone let him
to much not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the ball
brand new socks and jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha fuck being the up
4 niggas the number one is us
text and tell him his number up
you services are no longer
rocka bye baby to kesha
broad day jets and monsta beats kill on tape
many a has met his fate at the hands of spitta andretti
them niggas is way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon on driving and smoking
long as baby keep rolling them ones up and passing em over to me
i done it how my triple o me
smile when i ride by they of a grown me
the was lonely
got to the top and i stood there on my own
2
trill niggas form the best crew now its jets at ya fukn neck foo.

Sharvees on my
cacky lrg jets fitted trees
just riding around the city smoking O's fiftys
on a milli
eyes on a rearview cause haters out to get me
em, i just duck em like the bitch that was just with me
simply im on a level these lames cant gain no entry

i stay high i fly on empty
fill my lungs up blueberry sour and piffy
of a jet bad bitches and good weed
fast cars and glass of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover over lovers like a g3
jets nigga the net to the tv
we came up and made this shit look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in they deck and ride around them on repeat.

Young
and its jets everything
i put that on
we been doing are thing
slash anywhere
first let me twist this up ima tell my driver me there
secondly and to back in and out i came prepared
flashback coulda swore i saw this shit right here
marley told me kill this shit just dont your niggas here
bet i wont i done see blood so many tears
bet i
thats a fact point period
her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
slow it and speed it up she tell me keep on drilling it
show your right i it real
something im fimilar
money coming going
man i keep on it
my jet set
but really tho really good
she know im dealing
she smell me dog she dig my style and gentelmen
im good like my jet insureance keep me benefits.

Chours.

Street wizzy
and check cloths
blowing on that fruity pebble shit will have your throat chockin
we aint in this section full of cloud 9
flotas is a crush im up in my
you already see my grind
its all up in my
i up with designs that will attack a nigga mental
now they keeping off my
it aint nothing less cause i waste time
steaddy zippin in the city money im fly
if you look up in the air you will not see me im so
bitch im perfect i glide its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya pussy shit for my land acrobat
blink a eye and a act
stacking up in the leather sack