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Checkered flag type shit |
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Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour |
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A spoiler is deployed from the trunk |
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Less wind resistance, more power |
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You ain't sat in nothing like this once (niggaa) |
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Fresh from the pages of |
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Car & Driver |
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To the possession of high pilots |
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File it in my collection |
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With the rest of my shit |
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Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage |
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Handbook in the console |
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I know everything about it |
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Got yo woman wet, she need goggles |
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See me on the set, |
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I'm the picture of survival |
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Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals |
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We the mother****ing |
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JETSYou just mother****ing clown shoes |
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Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals |
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Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them |
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Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them |
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No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones |
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I'm adding dollars, you admiring |
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I'm Words |
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With Friends whole time in-flight wireless |
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Email full of condo prices |
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Marble or granite, kitchen islands |
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Got a mill out the deal |
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I'm still on the grind(JET life on these niggas yeah) |
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Got 10 more coming just give me some time(JET life on them bitches yeah) |
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Putting it all together got something in mind(JET life on them niggas yeah) |
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Show them better than |
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I can tell them they gon feel me |
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Show them better than |
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I can tell em they gon' feel me |
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Niggas I came up with changing up say they gone kill me |
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If they ever catch me slipping |
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I dont give a ****, sincerely |
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I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me |
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They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it |
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Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy |
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I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies |
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Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity |
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Can't violate the |
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JET code without penalty |
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Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me" |
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I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me |
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Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery |
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I like nice shit and |
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I know how to get it |
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Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or |
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Quantum Physics |
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Get on task fool, |
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Trap til a trillion |
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Wrote these raps in |
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New Orleans and performed them in |
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New Zealand |
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Word to Pusha |
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T and that's legal drug dealing"My God", what a feelingengineering, |
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Decepticon ceilings |
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Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing |
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I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then |
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Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks |
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It'll smell like |
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Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate? |
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The hero unsung when |
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I'm done they'll say |
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I'm great |
