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Jet jet life jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e ever been and everywhere you went,
a decorated
my bitches keep it very trill say they swagga jackin
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 draws i it all
my young nigga told its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha being around the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
text homie and tell him his up
you services are no longer
bye baby word to kesha
broad day jets and monsta beats kill on tape
many a track has met his fate at the 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 nice ones up and passing em to me
i done it how my triple o me
when i ride by they proud of a grown me
the climb was
got to the top and i stood on my own feet
2
trill niggas form the best now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo.

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

i stay high i dont fly on
fill my lungs up with blueberry and piffy
life of a jet bad bitches and good
fast and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
over land 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 over everything
i put on everything
we doing are thing anyway
slash anywhere
first let me twist this up ima my driver take me there
secondly and back to back in and out i came
flashback dejavu swore i saw this shit right here
marley told me this shit just dont forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see blood sweat so tears
bet i
thats a fact point period
break her off bust her up spread legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she tell me on drilling it
your right i keep it real
something im with
money coming going
man i on peeling it
my jet set
but tho whats really good
she im dealing shit
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 that will have throat chockin
we aint in this section full of cloud 9
is a crush im up in my zone
you already know see my
its all up in my
i come up with that will attack 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 up in the air you will 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 stacks up in the leather