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Jet life jet life jet jet life.

G'r then ever been and everywhere you never went,
a veteran
my bitches keep it very 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 socks and long jon i want it all
my young nigga told yall its getting out here dog
bundle up motha being around the up
4 niggas deep the one is us
text homie and him his number up
you services are no longer
rocka bye word to kesha
broad day 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 baby keep them nice ones up and passing em over to me
i it how my triple o showed 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 fitted trees sticky
just riding around the city smoking O's fiftys
on a milli
eyes on a cause these haters out to get me
fuck em, i just duck em like the bitch that was with me
im on a level where these lames cant gain no entry

i stay high i dont fly on
my lungs up with blueberry sour and piffy
life of a jet bad and good weed
cars and glass jars of sour d
uhh tms d the sv
hover over land lovers a g3
jets from the net to the tv
we came up quick and made this shit look
yeah, now go in cop my cd
put em in they deck and ride around them on repeat.

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

Chours.

Street wizzy
hoes and check
blowing on that fruity pebble shit that will have your throat
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 will a nigga mental
now they keeping off my
it aint nothing less cause i dont waste
steaddy in the city money gettin im fly
if you look up in the air you will not see me im so
im perfect when i glide 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