#Jetsgo

Yea. yea..yea

Ain't nothing... to the next life

Fool ain't nothing changed

Roll something up mama

We fucked up

Make sure of it ..

Uhhh..

Never will it stop

Crate motors with Triple Digit Blocks

You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks

Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks

Nigga you know my Steez'

Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed

Minus the busing, Keano Reeves

Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe

Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great

T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes

Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari

But I still got them Lamborghini dreams

Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor

The JETS step through the door issue them awards

Your hoes Hot-For-Me-Type, tissue to their draws

You mad Upset, Me and your girl just up on the set

Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store

Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew

Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps

Love don't fuck my rims up

Maybe well stick with you, put you on the Team Official

But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business

That's how we do it big enough, for us to live in it

Them other fools playing wit it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it

Shame on them niggas, you come through the set,

But never bring them withcha

Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke,

Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code

And the Trill know the Jet Code, We Jets though

Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you cant go

Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO

Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO

Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO

Collecting dough, adhering the Jet Code

Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never

On second thought, I always had em though

But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever

Like me, her and her home-girl together

Changing the weather, by the chop of the Cessna Propellers

We landed on the water, the game that I taught her

Got her showing me the Louie that these Duck niggas bought her

Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck

While she swipe your credit cards on Dispensary Pot Jars

I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up

While we play the terrace and blaze up

These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up

Not pimping, what you gave her

Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it

The Famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens

The Biggest niggas get beat Senseless by little women

Look at Sam Raw-stein, he gave his whole world to Ginger

Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that

Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city

Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie

Machine Gun Fonk, out of the Bowls

Bubble Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled

You know the game CHUMP your chick chose

Better luck next time Captain Save her

Jets, Drugs, and Paper

Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations......

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