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Texty: Curren$y. Twistin Stank.

Spitta: lames cant feel us we catch flights jet life jet life

Verse 1:
uhh i got a girlfriend and a mistriss 7 chevys in my driveway im so hood rich
before i leave the town this what i told my bitch, i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool shit i hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta be so high up his ex girlfriends cant get ova him call me all the time like we should go somewhere and chill baby you should get somewhere way the fuck away from here this is jet life this how you want to live got one bottle in ur section all ur homies scared to sip our cups is ova runnin we got buckets of it bitch pinky rings and thumbs your girl is dyna run i got some room fo her brake lights on my coup fo her scoop then screw then threw her back to you once theres no use fo her

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch the planes see rielly thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cuz we winnin

Verse 2:
selfmade you just affiliated i chuckle at ur lil money fuckin funny pappers space case volcano digit vapors lookin down at my watch its like im flyin ova vegas she workin them tables no waiter painted toes topless for them dollars get to the crib and count up on the flo jets down south hustlin work to the colonel independent slangin records bitch thats where i learned it red light car show corner turner 11 second quarter mile no nas burner suckers lost in the sauce as the world turnin fools cant do nuttin got that jet life insurance

Hook:
I go hard in the ma fuckin paint twistin stank what the fuck you thank all day ery day it aint a fuckin game them suckers arms dont reach high enough to touch the planes see rielly thats my ma fuckin nigga we stuff them joints with killa till they look like broken fingas ridin round throwin jets up at them bitches they blowin back kisses cuz we winnin


Verse 3:
might not make this interview phones off door shut sleepin off that o i smoked wake me when more weed rolled up do i got that girl show'n up yo girl want'n kiss my chuck ???????????? now she lookin for chuck whole life pedal mashed prayin god wont let me crash no im slippin askin for forgiveness steady send it down all i am is just one man tryna smoke as best i can keep a bitch thats ill at makin bongs not empty soda cans rollin man over them im so cold im polar bearin all on these tracks i love the fact they hatin that laker sacks boston packs cold words for my ???? told u once before the dialog the pilot smoke dont no her uh uh

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Verse 4:
slept on like a beach towel haters lookin at em now paper stackin aint no braggin i could buy us each a vowel 66 impalas leanin like italy pizza tower beat the beat the jets and the producers some condolance flowers time in incriments of money not in seconds or hours no matter what you do to do is gon come second to ours grayscull power put the smash on them cowards skeletors scary whores aint ready for my metaphors think my flow need betty ford slurred words twisted verbs influenced by magic herbs gee how i attach those words? see me gliddin so drexler ?????? check the score we on the board championship we own the board

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