lirik lagu jetlag – shad da god
[chorus]
they just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
migo done hit my phone, n-gga better be talkin’ ’bout cash
i be in my zone, i be in my motherf-ckin’ bag
i’m drunk, and that coupe fast, i might drag
do the motherf-ckin’ dash
put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
i’m mafia n-gga, like soprano -ss
i just slapped that b-tch on her -ss
[verse 1]
i just slapped that b-tch on her -ss (come here b-tch)
i didn’t f-ck but i p-ssed gas (it’s gelato)
this that sh-t you break down, you can’t sell bags (i want to bust it on the curb)
i jump in at every town, not goin’ out sad (we keep the fire)
my diamonds movin’ to the beat when they dance
i’m the one that came down, had a whole extension in my pants
and plus i was drinkin’ that red, they told me keep goin’, go ‘head
that’s all i remember they said, don’t remember no f-ck sh-t they said
in that booth i go special ed (r-t-rded)
too geeked out, you on the edge (stupid)
i cuffed that lil b-tch and i got some head
i’m drinkin’ that fresh, that [?]
i be itchin’, they sleep on me like the dead
they sleep on me like they was on a xan
i walk ’round this b-tch with like hundreds
i arrive in this b-tch with like twenty bands
i’ma hit you as soon as the pack land
[chorus]
they just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
migo done hit my phone, n-gga better be talkin’ ’bout cash
i be in my zone, i be in my motherf-ckin’ bag
i’m drunk, and that coupe fast, i might drag
do the motherf-ckin’ dash
put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
i’m mafia n-gga, like soprano -ss (m-a-f-i-a)
i just slapped that b-tch on her -ss
[verse 2]
ninety nine to boo-boo, you ugly
i’m texting on you ’cause you mushy
i jump out that truck with that draco and pull up my partners ‘nem
and they got food like [?]
i copped an old school and i set it on b-ttons
i get your -ss hit with the press of a b-tton
i propped the motherf-ckin’ coupe up with the bus
i’m in her mouth with some’ on some’
all my n-ggas got some’ on some’
all my b-tches havin’ some’ on some’
these f-ck n-ggas, they don’t be talkin’ ’bout nothin’
check my outfit when i’m flexin’, man i’m pimpin’ when i’m flexin’
ayy i’m just f-ckin’ flexin’, you know i don’t like textin’
facetime my pimpin’ girl, p-ssy drippin’ like jheri curl
the ice on my face and my band
n-gga had to go wet up my hand
send my b-tch to go wet up the block
need a plug with the key for the locks, on drop
[chorus]
they just touched down, sold a pound, have you jet-lagged
migo done hit my phone, n-gga better be talkin’ ’bout cash
i be in my zone, i be in my motherf-ckin’ bag
i’m drunk, and that coupe fast, i might drag
do the motherf-ckin’ dash
put that perc under my tongue, get high fast
i’m mafia n-gga, like soprano -ss (m-a-f-i-a)
i just slapped that b-tch on her -ss
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