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jc racks – jets overseas كلمات اغاني

yeeeaah, hmmmm
yeeeaah

[hook]
jets
private jets overseas
i can’t trust these f_ck n_gga just left it all to me
baggage loaded up, pop some tags, wearing supreme on my sleeve
the codeine lets me dream but this ain’t no movie, ain’t hollywood scenes
rolling like a average smoking in the trap
she wanna f_ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f_ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n_ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

[verse 1]
ima bless yo outfit but you know i ain’t no priest
ima f_ck her once then ima pass her to the clique

n_ggas turning fake so left them in the past
swerving through my ends you know that my sh_t is fast

wanna make you mine but you steady playing games
teachers say i wouldn’t be sh_t, writing song on paper planes

shorty acting bad send to her room tell her to behave
just trynna spend some commas cause i can’t take it to the grave

counting commas getting these bands keep it in the safe
problems keep on landing on me solve em like a maze

pop me a perc and i might put one in my cup
i say f_ck 12 but bust down bust me like a cop

[hook]
jets
private jets overseas
i can’t trust these f_ck n_gga they just left it all to me
baggage loaded up, pop some tags, wearing supreme on my sleeve
the codeine lets me dream but this ain’t no movie, ain’t hollywood scenes
rolling like a average smoking in the trap
she wanna f_ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f_ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n_ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

[verse 2]
ops wanna get rid of me cause they be threatened by the goat
yea she giving face she a freak giving deep throat

n_ggas ain’t take me serious they gon laugh like i’m a joke
sending shot up out the chopper ima give u all that smoke

sipping codeine with my homeboys we gon make a toast
i be counting up getting the bag from coast to coast

counting this paper while i smoke yea i got a habit
b_tch i be counting my frito yea i be counting my chips

cop a beamer then i crash it so i hop in a benz
i need to run it up and get it again

tango down with a bad b_tch on a mission
tell that lil b_tch stop playing cause i got options

different color molly i’m on different dimension
i just f_cked your b_tch that is my confession

i just send a message and you ain’t even gon reply
when i was feeling down you were never there to identify

rolling like an average smoking in the trap
she wanna f_ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f_ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n_ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

- jc racks

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