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2017-01-02

  Jet Fuel-T.I.&Lil' Boosie

  I I

  I'm the truth, tell it,

  loud weed yellin'

  Get it by the pound,

  we just smoke it, we don't sell it

  What I blow'll make a plane go

  Them bitches say

  "You got some money but you lame"

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  Man you so lame,

  just lookin' at you,

  While I'm in here

  no bitch'll give her pussy to you,

  nigga, no

  She say "Not even with a bank roll"

  Cause the king gettin' money

  when the bank's closed

  Yeah, she in her heels on her knees though

  Yeah, her nigga call,

  she don't leave though

  Nope, I beat that pussy

  like she stole somethin'

  Then tell that ho get up and roll somethin'

  We pourin' up, blowin' gas, weed noisy

  She on that molly,

  won't stop talkin' and annoyin' me

  I'm like, "Why don't you suck a

  nigga's dick or somethin'?"

  Or take it from behind

  while you eat a bitch or somethin'

  I like my bitches doubled up like my

  white cup

  I like my pint sealed up,

  drank poured up

  Yup, and you know you

  don't wanna catch it

  You don't wanna see my niggas

  actin' ratchet with the ratchet

  I'm the truth, tell it,

  loud weed yellin'

  Get it by the pound,

  we just smoke it, we don't sell it

  What I blow'll make a plane go

  Them bitches say

  "You got some money but you lame"

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  I'm a jet fuel smoker,

  crazy like the Joker

  Suck it 'fore you fuck it is exactly

  what I told her

  Ten bottles, two models, kush sack,

  it's a jet ride

  Go and get my game stash,

  bitch, off the west side

  Baby daddy face lookin' long,

  better change that

  Make a nigga drop some

  change on your lame ass

  Bob Marley smoke,

  now she runnin'

  Me and my henchmen, we be gunnin'

  for the money, blowin' jet fuel

  We don't pay for pussy cause we fuck more

  than we rest, dude

  I bet you that your main bitch'll bless boo

  And every ho with her

  when they see me gon' break their neck too

  Rich dick in her,

  I done gave the bitch life support

  High in the pussy same way

  that I was high in court

  Flip it, slap it, rub it down,

  finish, give it back up

  Wash the dick off

  while she roll the kush sack up

  I'm the truth, tell it,

  loud weed yellin'

  Get it by the pound,

  we just smoke it, we don't sell it

  What I blow'll make a plane go

  Them bitches say

  "You got some money but you lame"

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  Better kush if them bitches wanna blow,

  of the blow

  For the hoes who be playin'

  with their nose,

  now you know

  That the king all

  about the dollar bills,

  quarter mil'

  In the bag, slappin' bitches on

  their ass with dollar bills

  You don't like it, ho?

  You ain't gotta chill then

  Leave the laughin' match

  and go back to where you live then

  Nope, but you don't wanna do that

  How this ho blowin' on me,

  where her trumpet or her flute at?

  I brought a pound and she blew that,

  see he brought two back

  Drunk up a pint of lean,

  ain't sleepin',

  now who can do that?

  She dippin' all that molly,

  steady askin' where the food at

  You don't believe me?

  Ask my nigga Jeezy,

  he can true that

  I beat that pussy, blew that,

  man I ain't gon' finesse it

  Man you know what I'm smokin',

  shawty you ain't gotta check it

  You can smell it,

  this shit I'm smokin' straight up out of D4

  I ain't talkin' but it's loud

  when the weed blow

  Yup, like I'm fresh up on the runway

  Wheels up, weed loud like gunplay

  On them sucka niggas with their lame ass

  You bustas blowin' train smoke,

  we blowin' gas

  I'm the truth, tell it,

  loud weed yellin'

  Get it by the pound,

  we just smoke it, we don't sell it

  What I blow'll make a plane go

  Them bitches say

  "You got some money but you lame"

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

  We blow, jet fuel,

  plane gas on your lame ass

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