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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 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 and long jon draws i want it all
my young nigga yall its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha being around the up
4 deep the number one is us
text and tell him his number up
you services are no needed
rocka bye word to kesha
broad day and monsta 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 on driving and smoking
long as baby rolling them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i done it how my o showed me
when i ride by they proud of a grown me
the climb was
got to the top and i there on my own feet
2
trill niggas form the best now its jets at ya motha fukn neck foo.

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

i stay high i fly on empty
fill my lungs up with blueberry and piffy
of a jet bad bitches and good weed
fast and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover over land lovers 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 with them on repeat.

Young
and its jets everything
i put on everything
we been are thing anyway
nigga slash
first let me this up ima tell my driver take me there
secondly and back to back in and out i came
flashback coulda swore i saw this shit right here
told me kill this shit just dont forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see blood sweat so tears
bet i
a fact point blank period
break her off her up spread them legs up in the air
slow it down and speed it up she tell me keep on it
show your right i keep it
something im with
coming money going
man i keep on 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.

wizzy money
hoes and cloths
blowing on that pebble shit that will have your throat chockin
we aint in this section full of cloud 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 keeping off my rhyme
it aint less cause i dont waste time
zippin in the city money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you not see me im so high
im perfect when 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
stacks up in the leather sack