Jet

Yea
Right on
Yea
All they shit
They be talkin
They be talkin
All they shit

I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Wit y'all
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance
I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Wit y'all
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance

That viper go
Pull up at store
Vrroom
The concrete shake the door
Moon
The walk myself to space
Get me a hoe
Take her back to the floor
New vault diggin
Nigga we dig it
Nigga we wit it
Get em outta hittas
Pull my britches
Call my bih
Tell her suck more wit it
Yea
Big hoe city
Me and my dawgs
The court of the south
Dirt in yo mouth
Throw that shit out
Pockets was dirty
They told us get out
Leave the property
Honeys in harmony
Black the power we get at the store
All for my niggas that need it some more
Steal from the rich and give back to the poor
Fuckin on bitches that whiter than snow

I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Wit y'all
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance
I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Wit y'all
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance

Yea
Back board
Livin my life
On triflin'
Yea
The weather here
Spicy
Yea
Yeah
Heat
Roll over to the face
Call my
Mistress
Wifey
Yea
Ugh
Shawty told me
Get money
Go gold
Get frosty
Yea
Paid my dues
But i still lay steel
On the piper
Yea
Where I'm from
Jus like that
Niggas cover they soul
Wit a riffle
Yea
Mayfield, Curtis
The way they hands
Hit sky
When they runnin from 5
Yea
Ugh
Yea
Tell myself
It's a lane I was made for
Watch it
Ugh
Kimbo Slice
This profit
Fly through cosmic
Stop

I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Witchall
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance
I had to call the cradle
New Jet Li the bacon
Made that money
Fast and angry
I ain't got time to play
Witchall
Niggas be ready and aimin
Fuh did you think
You was takin?
All I got hoes and fragrance
All I got hoes and fragrance

Yea
Right on
Yea
YEA
All they shit
They be talkin
They be talkin
All they shit
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea



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Writer(s): Jordan Lamb
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