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Jet life jet life jet jet life.

G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you went,
a decorated
my bitches keep it very say they swagga jackin daddy
i say fuck it girl we gone let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want before they drop the ball
new socks and long jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting out here dog
bundle up fuck being around the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
text and tell him his number up
you services are no longer
rocka bye word to kesha
broad day jets and beats kill niggas on tape
a track has met his fate at the hands of spitta andretti
them niggas is half way and all the way not ready.

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

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

i stay i dont fly on empty
fill my up with 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 from the net to the tv
we came up quick and this shit look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in deck and ride around with them on repeat.

Young
and its jets over
i put on everything
we been doing are thing
nigga slash
first let me this up ima tell my driver take 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 forget your here
bet i wont i done see blood sweat so many
bet i
a fact point blank period
break her off bust her up spread them up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on it
show right i keep it real
something im with
money money going
man i keep on it
my jet set
but really tho whats really
she im dealing shit
she smell me dog she dig my gangsta and gentelmen
im like my jet insureance keep me with 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 im up in my zone
you already see my grind
its all up in my
i come up with designs that will a nigga mental
now they off my rhyme
it aint nothing less cause i dont waste
steaddy zippin in the city money im fly
if you look up in the air you not see me im so high
bitch im when i glide its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my acrobat
blink a eye and a act
stacking stacks up in the sack