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#Jetsgo
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Hip-Hop/Rap
#Jetsgo was released on June 28, 2011 by Warner Records as a part of the album Weekend At Burnie's
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Release DateJune 28, 2011
LabelWarner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Smith
C. Smith
Songwriter
S. Franklin
S. Franklin
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nothing to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up make sure of it
[Verse 2]
Un never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off break the motherfucking locks
**** you know my steez
Spitta Andretti pedal foot heavy you know I speed
Minus the bus and Keanu Reaves
Twistin them Fern Gully trees
Bitch breathe
Your man smoking good, I'm smoking great
T H C Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green just scored that Ferrari
But I still got the Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The Jets step through the door
Issue them awards
Your hoes hot for me type tissue to their draws
You mad upset me and your girl just up on the set
Playing Black Ops let her drive my Chevy Box to the corner store
Rocking Adidas flip flops and some J-Crew
Argyle socks now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe we'll stick with you pit you on the team official
But Jet misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Them other fools playing with it
Blind rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them **** you can come through the set
But never bring em withcha
[Verse 3]
Yeah though the vet flow best smoke
Collecting dough adhering to the Jet Code
And the trill know the Jets cold
Jets dope
Snatch your bitches bring em everywhere you can't go
[Verse 4]
Yeah though #JetsGo
**** yea though #JetsGo
Bitch yeah though #JetsGo
Collecting dough adhering to the Jet code
[Verse 5]
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches for all the days I never
On second thought I always had 'em though
But now they look better and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me her and her homegirl together
Changing the weather by chop
Of the Cessna propellers
We landed on the water the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these duck **** bought her
It's a game to us we just hang and fuck
While she swipes your credit cards on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up calling the front desk tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping what you gave her
Was an inch she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The biggest **** get beat senseless by little women
Look at Sam Rothstein he gave is whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slipping I catch that
Try to be more flawless with it
Calculated king of the city
Christopher Walken with it
I admire his empire
As did Biggie
Machine gun funk out of the bowls
Bubba kush and hindu skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain save a
Jets Drugs and Paper
Sex sports cars and vacations
Written by: C. Smith, S. Franklin
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