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