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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 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 long jon draws i it all
my nigga told yall its getting cold out here dog
bundle up motha fuck being the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
text homie and him his number up
you services are no needed
rocka bye baby to kesha
broad day jets and monsta kill niggas on tape
many a track has met his fate at the hands of spitta
them niggas is way shook and all the way not ready.

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

Sharvees on my
cacky lrg fitted trees sticky
just riding around the 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 these cant gain no entry

i stay i dont fly on empty
fill my lungs up with sour and piffy
life of a jet bad and good weed
fast and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover land lovers like a g3
jets nigga 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 with 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 tell my driver me there
and back to back in and out i came prepared
flashback dejavu swore i saw this shit right here
marley me kill this shit just dont forget your niggas here
bet i wont i done see sweat so many tears
bet i
thats a fact blank period
break her off bust her up spread them 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 keep on it
my jet set
but really tho really good
she know im dealing
she smell me dog she dig my style and gentelmen
im like my jet insureance keep me with benefits.

Chours.

wizzy money
hoes and check
blowing on that pebble shit that will have your throat chockin
we aint tripin in section full 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 that will attack a nigga mental
now keeping off my rhyme
it aint nothing less cause i dont time
steaddy zippin in the money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you not see me im so high
bitch im perfect when i glide its like a up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin pussy shit for my land
a eye and miss a act
stacking stacks up in the leather