Lyrics:
Early North Jersey industrial skyline
I'm an all-set cobra jet creepin' through the night time
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
Uh, I'ma go stupid on this Pi'erre beat
I'm in Miami, I'm in the water
Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski
I turned her Camry to a Ferrari
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
Jet Left
Louie Vuiton Bag
Under the Icee they don't recognize me
So Uh
You following me?
'cause I stay buff like the marshmallow man
Jet Left
Louie
Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet flying straight to mercury
What's the matter with me? baby I've been such a fool
We'll hop on a raft and navigate around
Twitter, ja, ey, okey
Estoy ocupado haciendo dinero
So no tengo tiempo pa' cuidar mis hijo'
Que ninguno cobra más de lo que cobra la babysitter, jeje
every man and dog
Beaches are full to the brim
Of jet skis, beers and thongs
Ain't nothin like it
The classic Aussie heat
I'm Branded by my seatbelt
What we rockin' man
It's Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune
Don't forget Pluto
You-you-you was on some hot heat
I was
the block in a hot balloon
Sounds awfully good to me
Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet
Flyin' straight to Mercury
What's the matter with me
Baby I've
his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
I feel the power slide
Into my ultra glide
Why don't you step inside
My jets are open wide
Venus mars collide
Saturn mercury died
Why don't you step
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets
Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees
D.A. and the V.A., the worensy, dunn
and sound
Then I let, then I let you down
That danger light
Never set, never set in your eyes
Sure as August blew away
The mercury record you set that
Sit back
Sipping on Henny and kickback
My space coupe be jet black
Zoomin' with my tesseract
Ride slow
Whine my waist like coco
Snatch your soul like
of a jumbo jet
Flying straight to Mercury
But what's the matter with me? Baby, I've been such a fool
We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool
We'll
your whole clique banned from radio
PDs cut your raps man
Forcing me to move on from one world to another
On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover
Take
The mercury’s up real high
So we have to shed our clothes
Baby, let me wet your bulb in the sunshine
We’re on fire in the light outside
When
you hear the children's cry
They can't breath in the sun
It's not fair what have they done
Why are there toxic skies
Why are there toxic skies
Jets
(¡Wuh!)
Yo sé que en las redes lo ves
Yo cobro diario y tú cobras al mes (Sí)
Y sigo tranquilo en el jet
Mientras tú gastabas, invertí y no frontié
like a hundred wars are going on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for
controla a vida, vem você ir na jet
(Tipo Hollywood) Vai!
(Só bom bem, Hollywood) Sucesso!
(Só bom bem, Hollywood) Sucesso, vaca, me cobra!
(Só bom bem,
Something in Between
Marching up the street on a sunny day.
clong the mercury mirror, Long Island Sound.
Even though this was the neighborhood of my
flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip
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