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