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Jet life jet jet life jet life.

G'r then youv'e ever and everywhere you never went,
a veteran
my keep it very trill say they swagga jackin daddy
i say fuck it baby we gone let him live
to much money not enough time to get it and want power before they drop the
brand new socks and jon draws i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting 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 are no longer needed
rocka bye baby to kesha
day jets and monsta beats kill niggas on tape
many a track has met his fate at the hands of spitta
niggas is half way shook and all the way not ready.

And im gon keep on driving and
long as keep rolling them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i done it how my triple o me
smile when i ride by they proud of a me
the was lonely
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 fitted trees sticky
just riding around the city smoking O's fiftys
mind on a
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 level where lames cant gain no entry

i high i dont fly on empty
my lungs up with blueberry 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
nigga from the net to the tv
we up quick and made this shit look easy
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in deck and ride around with them on repeat.

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

Chours.

Street wizzy
hoes and cloths
blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat
we aint tripin in this full of cloud 9
flotas is a im up in my zone
you already see my grind
its all up in my
i come up with designs that will a nigga mental
now they keeping off my
it nothing less cause i dont waste time
steaddy zippin in the money gettin im fly
if you up in the air you will not see me im so high
bitch im perfect when i its like a nerf up in the sky
twisting turning ya holdin shit for my land acrobat
a eye and miss a act
stacking stacks up in the sack