Lyrics:
of cigarettes
Super jets
We going to Mars
Hand full of minutes go by
So then we went to a bar
You think your so cool
But your so clueless
You think your so cool
suit
You know I read it in a magazine, oh, yeah
Bennie and the Jets
She's so good
She's so good, yeah
Yeah
Alright
Hey kid, plug into
private jet
Take off
Set the bar so high yeah
We be at the bar so fly yeah
I be in my suit and tie yeah
Down to your coochie
Stay Gucci'd up
Gucci Louis
to cool my jets
It is so hot when you are the best
I hope you properly placed your bets
Get ready to eat your heart out bitch
I like to boast
Why would I
a man to take you overseas and go shoppin'
Jet skis on an island
I keep your face smilin'
I just wanna see your bodyrock
Make me wanna take a lick like
soon
By the time he come home we'll
Be gone to the moon
Huh, I take a trip, Cancún
Fly on a jet, get a bag, fool
It's cool, I got a sack, went Looney
Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems
Say, say a jet got one seat
You heard me, so I fly alone
Shout out military babies
I lived my whole life in a jet
I fly alone
Travelled the world
m'agye abom
(yeah)
Wodwen s3 wo baalle aa, pin nu m3gye awom
(aarhn) i dey make you mad, s3 wadwen bom
Dabie make them knor say we dey cool, ny3 saa
Omo
off a jet to another jet
Runnin circles round them haters
Cash money profit
And i aint sweat
I got deodorant
And I paid my rent
And i paid my dues
I
to me
I never let it slide if it ain't cool with me
Line up for the mic at my place
Homies take light but I have to push wait
Know for my own that I get
of a fire, I'm so cool
Everybody wonder how I go through
All of this, half of which woulda broke you
Came out smellin' like a rose even more true
of a fire, I'm so cool
Everybody wonder how I go through
All of this, half of which woulda broke you
Came out smellin' like a rose even more true
you and me would make a cool son
Convincing me, you ain't really seeing no one
I love spending time with you, it's so fun
But thinkin' to myself, bitch
life with the Jets, with fair warning.
Hoe call who you gotta call before we be off I live far
And your phone might not have bars
Babydoll break that
Eu consegui progredir
Lancei o golf gti
E a mercedes gla
No engate está o jet ski
Pilotando a bmw ou a ducati multistrada
Foguete da nasa miliduque
Be careful when you dive in
Gotta be a pro to swim
When you slide in
While these waves come crashing down
Down, down, down
Cause I don't want this
sixteen
You know what the fuck I mean
Barbados with the team
I see you jogging nigga
Private jet we fly on me
Fly on me
Baby why don't you grind on me
Take
chicken from you
Well, the hawk start flying like a P-8 single jet
Well, the hawk start flying like a P-8 single jet
He said cool down chicken,
I'm cool kid now, I'm a cool kid
Wasn't always, call me a middle school misfit
The only kid in my class that was white and Jewish
Shabbat shalom,
I got jet leg
I got jet leg
The plug out in Cali
I took a trip to go get me a bag
I got jet leg
I got jet leg
The plug out in Cali
I took a trip
expect
First album flopped, my label dropped
Man, I took off like a jet
Niggas hate on me often cause I'm a boss and exec
Do anything for my family,
a check (what? Yeah)
Come and hop on a jet (yeah, yeah)
I really finesse (yeah)
The house with the dead (yeah, yeah)
They gettin' vexed (yeah, yeah)
In the mirror
Disappear
Like, where that go?
Revenge
Three cheers
I got a jet black soul
Uh
I fiend blood like fentanyl
I need tears
Need tears
Gotta
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