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young roddy - blow كلمات الأغنية

jet life x3
and if it don’t make bread it ain’t right
one time for the set that i rep
your best bet if you come come correct
i show no love to the weak no respect
they tell me lifes, a gamble i holla bet
but outta no where this n-gga became a threat
and i ain’t even break a sweat but she soaking wet
and just like my logo for the money i jet
there’s no day’s off on my road to success
long as that money on my mind theirs no rest
when we ain’t have a deal we had to pay our self
roddy just a name i gave my self
cause either she get right or get left
but before even i got unpacked she undressed
word, real recognize real i guess
so till i’m dead and gone its jets at your neck
i’m in a city with murder money and s-x
dwade flow, f-ck it better yet durant
skinny as i am i tote my city on my back
i stay highed up that helps me relax
i get behind it if she throw that -ss back
shorty ridin till the wheels go flat
i stay strapped and my track gone clap
in the fast lane peddle to the mat
till the floor, sh-t way better then before
this a jack move i kick down the door
i’m on my grind i hope you own yours
i’m never close like my neighborhood stores
never once reveled my jet code
we stack dough till that sh-t over flow
i fall back when these hoes pay me close
why smile when that sh-t ain’t no joke
cause all we know is hustle until you croke
jet life, jets go jets go
show nuff you right, we gone blow
its hard to breath around all this gun smoke
man this weed gets me to high to be getting it for the low

- young roddy

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