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