Tonalidad: G minor
Verse 1
Am
E
Am
Yea, yea, yea
E
Ain't nothing, to the next life
Am
Fool ain't nothing changed
E
Roll something up mama
Am
Bm
Bb
We fucked up
D
Em
Make sure of it
Verse 2
Am
Uh, never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave
Em
you by a couple blocks
Am
Blow the doors off, break the
mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my steez
C
Spitta Andretti, pedal foot heavy,
you know I Speed
Em
Minus the bus and Keanu Reeves
Bm
Twistin them FernGully trees,
E
Em
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T- H- C, Tony the Tiger
certified these flakes
Am
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
Em
But I still got them
Lamborghini dreams
Am
Confetti fall from the ceiling
to the floor
F
The Jets step through the door
Issue them awards
C
Your hoes hot for me type,
tissue to their draws
F
C
You mad upset,
Bm
Me and your girl just up on the set
Em
Playin Black Ops,
let her drive my Chevy- Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip- flops,
and some J- Crew
Am
Argyle socks,
now watch them speed bumps
Em
Love don't fuck my rims up
Am
Maybe we'll stick with you, put
you on the team official
F
But Jet Misses never tell
Am
a Jet business
F
That's how we do it big enough
C
Em
for us to live in it
Am
Bm
Them other fools playing wit it,
Em
Bm
blind rhyming saying they did it
Em
Shame on them niggas,
you can come through the set
But never bring em withcha
Verse 3
Am
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke
Collecting dough,
Bm
Am
adhering to the Jet Code
Em
And the Trill know the Jets cold,
Jets dope
Am
Snatch your bitches,
Verse 4
bring em everywhere you can't go
F
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
C
Bm
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
E
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Em
Collecting dough,
adhering to the Jet Code
Verse 5
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches,
Bm
Am
for all the days I never
On second thought,
F
I always had em though
Em
But now they look better,
Am
and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me,
her and her homegirl together
F
Changing the weather,
C
by chop of the Cessna propellers
F
We landed on the water,
Bm
the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that
these duck niggas bought her
Em
It s a game to us,
we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards
on dispensary pot jars
Am
I'm laid up, calling the front desk,
Em
tell them to send the maid up
Bm
While we play the terrace
Em
and blaze up
Am
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate
Not pimping, what you gave her
C
Em
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked
Bm
you in the ass with it
The famous story of Mike
Tyson and Robbin Givens
Em
The biggest niggas get
Bm
beat senseless by little women
Em
C
Look at Sam Rothstein,
E
he gave his whole world to Ginger
Em
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
D
Em
Try to be more flawless wit it,
E
calculated king of the city
Christopher Walken wit it,
Em
Am
E
I admire his Empire, as did Biggie
Machine Gun Funk,
out of the Bowls
Am
Bubba Kush & Hindu Skunk
Bm
previously rolled
You know the game
Bb
chump, your chick chose
D
Better luck next time Captain Save a
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, sport cars and vacations
Eauh
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