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