Jetset Freestyle
Rollin blowin, getting high
Rollin blowin, getting high
Kaio Ken
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feeling like a enterprise
In the sky, oh my God
Bloody eyes, feel the vibe
Rolling blowing, getting high
I been sober crossing time
Searching for that 9 to 5
But I ain't tryna talk about it
I'm just gonna keep it live
On the rise, nose is fried
As I'm headed to this sky
You gone take my seal of prid
I'ma hold it on the side
Bonafide like Volume 2
Quiet round them snobbish dudes
You might take me as a fool
Until I creep up under you
Sharper than some cleats
I keep it blunt put that on me
Cause I keep my hands clean
Ain't got time for foolish things
If it ain't the mula or progression
Gimme fifty
I don't need you too close
Cause i know, niggas envy
Start stealing off my steeze
And the ending will just will be
Something we done seen before
So don't come after me
I'm a nomic young gent
Know sometimes I be spacing
I just blame it on the piff
Fucking up my concentration
I'ma call it how I see it
Keep that faking to yourself
I don't need your shit around me
It's so bad for your health
Whipping like the mama's belt
In the sea like Michael Phelps
Swear you get up in this ride
You better put something in your health
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride, on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
I just might pull up in a new whip
It suit me well like a pulpit
Nigga be drippin like coolant
Me and Lyax back with another hit
Niggas be biting like a blue pits
Always on cue like a pool stick
Candy paint stuntin
I'm secure just like a button
Bitch I'm David Ruffin
Why? You niggas can't tell me nothing
Rolling the Texaco, this shit is gas
This is a personal, I can not pass
Extra terrestrial, when will I land
I am the man, don't give a damn
Model look like she from Thailand
Walk thru the door, wanna know who I am
Balling on fire like NBA Jam
Blowing the fruity pack, Toucan Sam
Always got cookie, like girl scouts
Let the top down, let the girls out
They gotta watch from the curb now
Watch how I glist when I swerve out
Watch on my wrist when I swerve out
I guess they feelings is hurt now
I know the shit is for sure now
I do the dash and I burnout
Feel'la Feel'la Feel'la vibe,
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowing, getting high
Feel'la Feel'la vibe,
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride, on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Rollin blowin, getting high
Kaio Ken
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feeling like a enterprise
In the sky, oh my God
Bloody eyes, feel the vibe
Rolling blowing, getting high
I been sober crossing time
Searching for that 9 to 5
But I ain't tryna talk about it
I'm just gonna keep it live
On the rise, nose is fried
As I'm headed to this sky
You gone take my seal of prid
I'ma hold it on the side
Bonafide like Volume 2
Quiet round them snobbish dudes
You might take me as a fool
Until I creep up under you
Sharper than some cleats
I keep it blunt put that on me
Cause I keep my hands clean
Ain't got time for foolish things
If it ain't the mula or progression
Gimme fifty
I don't need you too close
Cause i know, niggas envy
Start stealing off my steeze
And the ending will just will be
Something we done seen before
So don't come after me
I'm a nomic young gent
Know sometimes I be spacing
I just blame it on the piff
Fucking up my concentration
I'ma call it how I see it
Keep that faking to yourself
I don't need your shit around me
It's so bad for your health
Whipping like the mama's belt
In the sea like Michael Phelps
Swear you get up in this ride
You better put something in your health
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride, on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
I just might pull up in a new whip
It suit me well like a pulpit
Nigga be drippin like coolant
Me and Lyax back with another hit
Niggas be biting like a blue pits
Always on cue like a pool stick
Candy paint stuntin
I'm secure just like a button
Bitch I'm David Ruffin
Why? You niggas can't tell me nothing
Rolling the Texaco, this shit is gas
This is a personal, I can not pass
Extra terrestrial, when will I land
I am the man, don't give a damn
Model look like she from Thailand
Walk thru the door, wanna know who I am
Balling on fire like NBA Jam
Blowing the fruity pack, Toucan Sam
Always got cookie, like girl scouts
Let the top down, let the girls out
They gotta watch from the curb now
Watch how I glist when I swerve out
Watch on my wrist when I swerve out
I guess they feelings is hurt now
I know the shit is for sure now
I do the dash and I burnout
Feel'la Feel'la Feel'la vibe,
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowing, getting high
Feel'la Feel'la vibe,
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride, on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
Pulling up '85
And the doors is suicide
Feel a Feel a Feel a vibe
Wanna ride on this side
With the mob, we could slide
Rollin blowin, gettin high
Rollin blowin, gettin high
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