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