[Intro: Wale]
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Out here we is stoned, immaculate
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We blessed to be here
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It's a blessing for you to be here with us
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MMG shit, Jet Life, BOA, fuck y'all
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What it look like
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My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life
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For the occasion, paper planes
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[Hook: Wale]
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Look, what it look like
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My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life
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Yea!
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Look, now roll my J tight
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Hah I know what they like
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Yea! Yea!
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[Verse 1: Wale]
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Paris SB's make these niggas catch seizures
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Foam game shitting on Irish Springs and Lever
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Ha! I'm more cleaver, clever
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Weather any weather, nobody doing it better
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Me and Spitta, Gucci bucket I'm Gilligan
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Ain't no Skipper but all my bitches is Ginger hair
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My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
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Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
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Double M G forever though
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Money got me pulling strings, I got that Geppetto dough
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Always in them better clothes, I be with them better hoes
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No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose
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Meaning aroused, I'm sorry I'm not too good with vowels
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I got a thousand bitches, I'm not too good with vows
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We in Spitta Ferrari, brand new Tiffanys on me
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Don't fuck with PBS, but man, I'm addicted to Barney's
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That's G shit, I be bumping Fiend shit
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And I'm on a roll, you would think they giving me a X
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Wordplay like a mufucker
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I'm Durant at the Rucker, your woman's a perfect jumper
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Wetter than a swish and I never miss
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Get her out her delicates and I ain't gotta tell her shit
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Put it on whatever bitch, me and Spitta high as shit
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Rex Ryan on these hoes, Jet Life forever bitch
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[Hook: Wale]
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Look, what it look like
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My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life
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Yea!
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Look, now roll my J tight
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Hah I know what they like
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Yea! Yea!
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[Verse 2: Curren$y]
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The engine in back of my car
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I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog
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Mainstream cheese but I ain't acting like y'all
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Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots
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I'm in Dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage
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Four door carriage with the V8 S badges
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I'm in the mirror of the Panamera
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Looking at them haters crammed in the Dodge Stratus
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Can't keep up, get your liters in order
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4.8, interior custom, leather suede borders
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Not mine, I'm with Wale, I'm just a tourist on the set
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Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
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I get mine and I bounce like a bad check
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You smell the ounce, I ain't even in ya house yet
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We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out
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After your hoes leave the Jets' hangout
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Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out
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But I'm in every real nigga Cutlass in the parking lot of the Wing Stop bumping
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So fuck it, I'm platinum in the streets
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I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
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She just wanna fuck, homie just wanna hug
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Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
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And baby girl can't get enough - fill her up
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[Hook x2: Wale]
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Look, what it look like
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My niggas fly niggas, this is Jet Life
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Yea!
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Look, now roll my J tight
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Hah I know what they like
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Yea! Yea!
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What It Look Like
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Curren$y |