| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (Tony said Frank wouldn’t last)
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| Jet Life, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, Jet Life nigga, yeah (Eastside)
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| Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet life (Now Frank’s woman upstairs packing bags)
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| Jet Life, Jet Life, nigga, yeah
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, yeah, yeah
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, yeah
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| Jet Life, nigga, yeah
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| Keep the demented Chevy, gon' switch up, bend it
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| I’m smokin' weed in it, back a little bit, yeah
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| Uh, fuck around and get killed for not lettin' me live
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| Shit around me that real, my niggas is that trill
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| You was lookin' for a plug, you ain’t know
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| That the man was right here, makin' squares disappear
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| Magic man, you heard about the legendary three and a quarter length
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| Furs in February always on point
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| And it was never ready, I lit my joint and dipped in my Chevy
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| '57, all stocks, hardtop, I throw switches on my drop
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| Shawty said she don’t fuck around with that help
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| She want Spitta 'cause that nigga came in here and made a boss of himself
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| I came through the set, paint wet, rims gold
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| Like a championship belt, she fucked up when she let me know how she felt
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| Say you love me, well, baby girl, do somethin' for me
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| Turn nothin' into somethin', keep your daddy stuntin'
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| Bentley blueberry muffins, hopped out like a dragon puffin'
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| Brung two shooters with me and my baddest woman
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for?
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for?
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for? |
| (Take me for, take me for)
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| No ham omelets, I’m on my conglomerate
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| And them niggas are still asleep, rest in peace
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| Close the box on those views from the top like
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| Top of the mornin' in the black McLaren
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| Ralph Lauren I’m wearin', heard his car collection was sick
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| One day we’re gon' have to compare 'em
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| Bet you was starin', hypnotized by my diamonds glarin'
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| Flarin' every color of the spectrum, drawin' under my section
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| Miles to the flame, slow with the game
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| She can’t be blamed, this jetsetter
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| When I met her I knew that I could send her
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| Dealin' with a winner from the very beginning
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| Let her drive my Rolls to dinner, then I fuck there in it
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| I’m not content at all, dawg, I gotta ballin' addiction
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| Always into somethin', always outside
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| Always tryna get it to summer, I was throwin' provisions for winter
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| Focused on livin' with millions and ballin', continue wishin'
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| These niggas so envious, my brother want me sendin' hits
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| And I knew one day that all this shit would be like this, my nigga
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for?
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for?
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| Jet Life commandments
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| Thou should not rest until I make my whole fam rich
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| Fuck you take me for? |
| (Take me for, take me for)
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| No ham omelets, I’m on my conglomerate
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Fuck they take me for?
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| One of them niggas who forget the set when he blow?
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| Yeah, fuck they take me for?
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| One of them niggas who forget the set when he blow?
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Eastside, on mine, just like every time
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| Yup, I’m here
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Fuck they take me for?
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| One of them niggas who forget the set when he blow?
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| Yeah, fuck they take me for?
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| One of them niggas who forget the set when he blow?
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
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| Eastside, on mine, just like every time
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| Yup, I’m here |