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A lime to a lemon my Jetset women |
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Say she only feel alive when she with em |
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Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her |
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I guess that's why I dig her |
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She throwin up the set in all her pictures |
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I come get her - smoke dilla through the cracked windows |
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Heavy conversation light dinner |
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Destination and into the navigation |
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A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental |
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Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle |
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You like that sound, that's my nigga he from Mississippi |
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I be on tour with him you should come along with us |
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Champagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit |
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Fuck you know, Four Seasons drunk |
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Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up |
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Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows what's what |
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Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up |
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A lime to a lemon my Jetset women |
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They allow me to get in where ever I fit in |
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I stop by we be chillin' and I get high with em |
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She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings |
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And bitch with that disposition we can count millions |
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I see that in ya got that 420 vision |
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'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em |
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Light Snax, Andretti |
