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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 say they swagga jackin daddy
i say fuck it girl we gone let him live
to much money not enough to get it and want power before they drop the ball
brand new socks and jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting cold out dog
bundle up motha fuck around the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
homie and tell him his number up
you services are no longer
rocka bye baby to kesha
broad day jets and monsta beats niggas on tape
many a track has met his fate at the of spitta andretti
them is half way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on driving and
long as baby keep them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i done it how my triple o me
smile when i ride by they of a grown me
the climb was
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 jets fitted sticky
just riding the city smoking O's like fiftys
mind on a
eyes on a rearview cause these out to get me
fuck em, i just duck em like the that was just with me
simply im on a level where these cant gain no entry

i stay high i dont fly on
fill my lungs up with blueberry sour and
life of a jet bad bitches and good
fast and glass jars 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 made shit look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in they deck and ride around with 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
and back to back in and out i came prepared
flashback dejavu coulda swore i saw this right here
marley told me kill this shit just dont your niggas here
bet i wont i done see sweat so many tears
bet i
thats a point blank 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
show your right i keep it
im fimilar with
money coming money
man i on peeling it
my jet set
but really tho whats good
she im dealing shit
she smell me dog she dig my style and gentelmen
im like my jet insureance keep me with benefits.

Chours.

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