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Jet jet life jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e been and everywhere you never went,
a decorated
my keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
i say it baby girl we gone let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want power before they the ball
brand new socks and long jon draws i it all
my young told yall its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha being around the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
text homie and him his number up
you are no longer needed
rocka bye baby word to
broad day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on
many a track has met his fate at the hands of andretti
them niggas is half way and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on driving and
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 by they 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 crew now its at ya motha fukn neck foo.

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

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

Young
and its over everything
i put on everything
we been doing are anyway
nigga anywhere
first let me this up ima tell my driver take me there
secondly and back to back in and out i prepared
flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw shit right here
marley told me kill this shit just forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see sweat so many tears
bet i
thats a fact point blank
break her off bust her up spread legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on it
show your right i it real
something im fimilar
money money going
man i on peeling it
my jet set
but tho whats really good
she im dealing shit
she me dog she dig my style gangsta and gentelmen
im good my jet insureance keep me with benefits.

Chours.

Street wizzy
hoes and cloths
blowing on that fruity pebble that will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in this section full of 9
is a crush im up in my zone
you already know see my
its all up in my
i come up with designs that attack a nigga mental
now keeping off my rhyme
it aint nothing less cause i dont time
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
a eye and miss a act
stacking up in the leather sack