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Zone 3 è stata scoperta più frequentemente a circa 5 secondi dall'inizio la canzone durante la settimana passata

Testi

It's a jet, it's a jet
Private plane, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a jet, private plane, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a jet, hold up, woah
It's a jet (Ayy), it's a jet (Ayy, ayy)
Private planes (What? What?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go, glee)
He said "Fuck fN," so we stepped on that (Say what? Bitch, say what?)
He said "Fuck fN," so I shot that rat, pussy
Sippin' champagne, I'm so elegant
Told her eat that dick up, call her Pac-Man (What? What? What? What?)
Shoutout pay, got me my money, bangin' Crip, blue hunnids
Put them three fingers up just like Adidas, fuck your gang (Blue, blue)
That **** ain't the wave, yeah, his boat sailed (What? What?)
These **** not the new wave, these **** boat sailed (Fuck you talkin' 'bout? What? What?)
He's takin' it in the ass, that **** just fucked him a male (What? What? What? What? What?)
I take this ho's phone 'cause I don't kiss and tell (No, I don't)
**** (Open that shit up), always on my phone capping (Open that shit the fuck up; Why the fuck you cappin'? Cappin' ass)
I'll pull the trigger (Send that shit, send that shit), keep his soul, shooter from Athens (Go)
706, this Athens (Go), 706, this Athens (Say what?)
****, what the fuck brackin'? (Say what?) Fuck that, what the fuck crackin'? (Click)
All my bitches got a fatty (Boom), fuck that, ice out the Patek (Bee)
Skrrt off the lot in this Caddy (Let's go), book me a jet with my family (Damn, what?)
It's a jet (Ayy), it's a jet (Ayy, ayy)
Private planes (What? What?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go, glee)
He said "Fuck fN," so we stepped on that (Say what? Bitch, say what?)
He said "Fuck fN," so I shot that rat, pussy
Today is the day, that's what my bitch say
(Fuckin' with Bella, ****)
What?
Today is the day (Today is the day), that's what my bitch say (What?)
Huh, the bitch just blocked (Say what?), I think the bitch gay (Say what? I gotta)
I know that I'm lit, bitch, it's the fastest way (I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
I'm lovin' the view with this bitch, I'm feelin' like Drake
I know that you're gay, so we put this dick to your face (Bitch)
Finna drop these hits, I gotta call Create (It's fN, let's do it; Yeah)
Fucked this bitch in the studio, I fucked this bitch on the panels (Say what?)
I got so goddamn rich, I thought about money and bought me a Phantom (I did, say what?)
I smoke gas wherever I want, on God, I feel like a motherfuckin' candle (Let's go, shit)
Candle lit, I'm lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (Say what?)
I built this bitch a house 'cause I'm rich, I feel like Phineas
I seen that pussy in Atlanta and I stood on business (Yeah, I'm steppin')
I pop my shit on the daily, like, "How you did it?" (I pop my shit on the daily)
On my Suge Knight shit, he signed to Death Row (He signed to Death Row)
I made a deal with Trump and now the case closed (And now the case closed)
I made a deal with my bros, if I say "Go," they go (****, what?)
And I'm so high, oh my God, I feel like a UFO (High as fuck)
Bitch, I'm an alien, I'm not from here, but I still keep the scope (These **** suck)
Millions all on millions (Millions), millions all on millions (Stacks, racks)
I'm in London and I'm skrrtin' off in this Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I love London, but I don't like the food (No)
The bitch, she bad, she like, "Lil' Nine, you rude" (She like)
Get the fuck up out my before my main bitch pull up and shoot ya (Get the fuck out, bitch)
This archive fashion, I don't like shit that's too new
That blood on your shit, we'll wipe your nose like tissue (Slatt, slatt)
Today is the day (Today is the day), that's what my bitch say (What?)
Huh, the bitch just blocked (Say what?), I think the bitch gay (Say what? I gotta)
I know that I'm lit, bitch, it's the fastest way (I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
I'm lovin' the view with this bitch, I'm feelin' like Drake
I know that you're gay, so we put this dick to your face (Bitch)
Finna drop these hits, I gotta call Create (Drop, bitch)
I gotta call Create
I told 'em, "Drop these hits," I gotta call Create
I'm cool like that, I'll let you— (Hit the road, I don't wanna go down like that)
I'll let you fish, I'm cool like that
Hit the road (Yeah), alright, come on, bro (Hit the road)
Don't get stuck (Don't get stuck now)
Don't your worry 'bout it (Yeah, 4L)
You gotta worry about you gettin' stuck by the law
Written by: Trevon O'Ryan Echols
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