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Money Man

Jet Speed

 

Jet Speed

(альбом: Red Eye - 2023)


Police, they tryna arrest me (CorMill)
Baby she tryna caress me
Whipping this Charger with jet speed
My money tall just like Leslie, Lisa
I get them racks off a Visa
I put her on game, I'm a teacher
I'm selling these bags out a CPN home
Talking to plug on a blockchain phone
Come fuck me now, bae, it's been too long
Love it when you got no makeup on
Drum on that AR, that bitch hold sixty
Citibank card, I just made a whole fifty
Feeling on her ass, I hope she ain't offended
Never telling on my dogs or co-defendants

Never trust a nigga who be lying a lot
AR-9 came with the red dot
I got fifty growers in a headlock
Before I made this song, I mailed some strains out
Firearms in every room in the crib
Lemon cherry, GDP inside the fridge
Staying low, you know I'm living off the grid
One thing I could never do is tell a fib
Oh, wow
Keep it real, is you down?
We don't even fuck around
Glocks laying all around
We'll gun a nigga down
We'll walk a nigga down
You ain't gotta count me down
Having ammo, having rounds
Shorty got a nigga aroused
Yeah, paranoid at the house, yeah
Blicked up while I'm at Sprouts, yeah
Clutching while I'm on the couch, yeah
Baby, come and use your mouth on me
Police really got it out for me
I don't even know why
Nigga try, he gon' die
I ain't telling no lies

Police, they tryna arrest me
Baby she tryna caress me
Whipping this Charger with jet speed
My money tall just like Leslie, Lisa
I get them racks off a Visa
I put her on game, I'm a teacher
I'm selling these bags out a CPN home
Talking to plug on a blockchain phone
Come fuck me now, bae, it's been too long
Love it when you got no makeup on
Drum on that AR, that bitch hold sixty
Citibank card, I just made a whole fifty
Feeling on her ass, I hope she ain't offended
Never telling on my dogs or co-defendants

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