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Jet life jet jet life jet life.

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

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

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

i stay i dont fly on empty
fill my lungs up blueberry sour and piffy
life of a jet bad bitches and good
cars and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover over lovers like a g3
jets nigga the net to the tv
we up quick and made 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 over everything
i put that on
we been are thing anyway
slash anywhere
first let me this up ima tell my driver take me there
secondly and back to in and out i came prepared
flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw this shit right
marley me kill this shit just dont forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see blood so many tears
bet i
thats a fact point blank
her off bust her up spread them legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she me keep on drilling it
show your right i keep it
something im fimilar
money money going
man i keep on it
my jet set
but really tho whats good
she know im shit
she smell me dog she dig my gangsta and gentelmen
im good like my jet insureance keep me benefits.

Chours.

Street money
hoes and cloths
blowing on fruity pebble shit that will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in this section full of 9
flotas is a im up in my zone
you know see my grind
its all up in my
i come up with designs that will attack a nigga
now they keeping off my
it aint nothing less cause i dont waste
steaddy in the city money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you not see me im so high
bitch im perfect when i its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my acrobat
blink a eye and a act
stacks up in the leather sack