Jet Lag

Wavy
(Instrumental)
Uh
Wake up to get my cake up
Mark I got Cubans
Hoodies from Marc Jacob
Can't go far life really minored my ankle
Can't shake it like D Rose
Give me roses when I'm able
Times turns tables
Eye for an eye
Please don't never lie
Y'all niggas must've forgot
You fooled me once
Shame on you boy if you fool me twice
Was super tight
I need a Betty white
Sweet apple pie
Cinnamon paint
All on a nigga ride
Grippin on her thighs
Does life get more better
If I was up a mill more
Would you get more wetter
Would you still have my back
Or is this really a set up
Please girl don't let up
Three state drive in that all black Jetta
Stuffed with the bales
Look like the whole car swelled up
Name brand crazy
But the merch game hella
Stellar, solar systems
Not too many broads I touched that don't miss him
If we fall apart odds are she gonna diss him
Just play your part Ma
We can keep this shit pimpin
Moulin rouge girl it could be so simple

Stars in the stadium
Porches in the parking lot
I'm on the way to something
Bitches follow as we leave the spot
We call that the And one
Movin fast son
I smell a bag son
Bet I'm finna smash something
Like I ain't never had nothing
I rolled a fat jawn
Smoking at the look out point
I seen it all
The rise and fall
Spirit of ecstasy on the hood I'm a don
Bitch wanna be seen on my arm
For all the reasons that's wrong
But that's the life of a underground don
Push that Ferrari til tomorrow morn
On my way home
How them young niggas be sayin
Boy you know what the fuck goin on
Eastside

Wake up to get my cake up
Mark I got Cubans
Hoodies from Marc Jacob
Can't go far life really minored my ankle
Can't shake it like D Rose
Give me roses when I'm able
Able



Credits
Writer(s): Cornel Anthony Wallace, Jermaine Alfred Manning
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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