Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jet Fuel, artist - Lil' Kim.
Date of issue: 22.07.2021
Song language: English
Jet Fuel |
I got pounds of the purple weed, it look potpourri |
Flyest bitch in the room, you lil bitches can’t fuck with me |
And I’m drowning in this money, ain’t no fucking boat for me (Yuh) |
A1 all the time 'cause I’m fucking saucy |
Kim K riding shotgun, please, I’m fucking bossy |
Ol' boy say he love me, but his shorty ain’t no me |
Oh, lil homie ballin', but I’m way too out his league |
Yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain’t shy |
Like Marie Calendar, bitch we sellin' pies |
Breakin' bitches, can’t be mobbin' I got ties |
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly |
Please don’t bring me 'round your friend 'cause I’ma hit that |
Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat |
It’s money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check |
I don’t sleep on the paper, so she don’t fuck with the rest |
Thinking that fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up) |
I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust) |
, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck) |
He call me Wednesday 'cause I’m his crush, crush (I'm his crush) |
Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up) |
Ridin' round, 20 Ps, in the truck, truck (In the truck) |
Y’all niggas fucking MILFs, I’m a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker) |
They say, «You still live in a mansion?"I'm like yup, yup (Yeah) |
I gotta, you know these niggas they gon' call for me |
I don’t talk for free, let Georgie talk for me (Woah, woah) |
I don’t gotta cut my old school, he gon' whip that four for me (Skrrt, skrrt) |
Gotta goon that’ll kill for me (Brrr) |
Call that hood chivalry (Ayy) |
And the clique keep going (Where?) |
Up, up and we going (Gone) |
Like Siamese, they joined (Yeah) |
To the plate, filet mignon (Ayy) |
'TIl my new car hit high speed (Skrrt, skrrt) |
'Cause bitch car be foreign (Yeah) |
I’m in a new city, like I’m tourin' (Ayy) |
Abracadabra, get it going (Louis) |
Oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain’t shy |
Like Marie Calendar, bitch we sellin' pies |
Breakin' bitches, can’t be mobbin' I got ties |
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly |
Please don’t bring me 'round your friend 'cause I’ma hit that |
Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat |
It’s money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check |
I don’t sleep on the paper, so she don’t fuck with the rest |
Thinking that fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up) |
I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust) |
, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck) |
He call me Wednesday 'cause I’m his crush, crush (I'm his crush) |
Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up) |
Ridin' round, 20 Ps, in the truck, truck (In the truck) |
Y’all niggas fucking MILFs, I’m a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker) |
They say, «You still live in a mansion?"I'm like yup, yup (Yeah) |