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