Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jet , by - Cafe Ole'Release date: 17.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jet |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject, ooh yeah |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check, aw yeah |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, aw yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check |
| Yeah, dog, had to skrt off in the jet, yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Dog, I do it all for the set, oh yeah |
| Came through, this shit was beast mode |
| I was sticking to the G code |
| Doing numbers, they would think I had the cheat code |
| Had a plug, he was sorta like your bitch |
| And by that, I mean, the boy was taking cheap loads |
| You a cop, disappearing when the weed’s rolled |
| Out-of-towners getting took up off of Lee Road |
| Got the bars that you always got the |
| I send a shot 'fore it’s done, then I reload (Roll it) |
| Never no telling what I’m holdin' |
| Beating on her pussy 'til it’s swollen |
| In the back streets, y’all minds being molded |
| Both have seen in it all, but the difference is ya folded |
| And I unfold it, unravel, win the battle |
| Put it all in when ya dabbled |
| I just got a 'script of Oxycontin and it rattled |
| Hello TSA, can I bring this when I travel? |
| I’m serving at my shows now, syrup bottle got me slowed down |
| A hunnid forty-nine when I got the four pounds |
| Militant when I deploy rounds |
| Yeah, I call this shit my toy, but this isn’t how a toy sounds |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject, ooh yeah |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check, aw yeah |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, aw yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check |
| Had to, had to, had to skrt off in the jet, yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Dog, I do it all for the set |
| Yeah, had to skrt off in a jet with a bitch |
| So bad, she be belong on the runway |
| I’m just tryna cool down, Chi, sipping lean, blowing loud |
| On the beach somewhere under sun rays |
| I’ve been working at this shit my whole life |
| Nothing coming easy, that’s ok 'cause I’m gon' get it one day |
| And not 'cause I’m good, not 'cause I’m lucky |
| I get it 'cause I grinded and I’m motherfucking hungry |
| I don’t hear what you bums say, this side, we don’t turn down |
| All I did was make some records, now these hoes turned out |
| Paint the jet jet black, in it, we blowing burp out |
| Getting scrilla, moving weight, but this ain’t no workout |
| Suburban all murked out, four deep, eight cups |
| Shit gets too real, won’t even mix some up |
| Living how I wanted, never cared about what fate was |
| We don’t got that paper, but ain’t never get a pay stub |
| They ain’t wanna give the kid a shot, I had to take some |
| If you never shoot, then how the hell you s’posed to make one? |
| Same team I started this shit with, I never changed up |
| Got that shit right in my skin, won’t go away with no eraser |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject, ooh yeah |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check, aw yeah |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, aw yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check |
| Yeah, dog, had to skrt off in the jet |
| Yeah, had to skrt off in the jet |
| Dog, I do it all for the set |
| We balling out, no free throw, I stay a hunnid like a C-note |
| Check that peephole looking for them peoples |
| Stay around more snow than a ski slope |
| I swear your girl down south with a |
| 'cause I’m doing more numbers than a zip code |
| Double back, re-up whenever it get low |
| Stay strapped up when I hustle and get dough |
| Lose weight, like a P90X episode |
| Rollin', pockets swollen, teeth golden |
| Yeah, it’s frozen, overdosin', iced out coastin' |
| Got your girl wetter than a ocean |
| Smoother than your favorite lotion |
| And I got shorties' skirts off in the jet |
| I said I had to skrt off in the jet, though they often forget |
| I said I used to serve soft in the jets |
| Now I boss and I floss with the meanest baguette |
| How we made it to a bird now? |
| It’s kinda crazy how it turned out |
| Two and a quarter when I’m running with that four pound |
| Straight loud pack, nothing you could turn down |
| Break down, chop it down, serving out in your town |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, ooh yeah |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject, ooh yeah |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check, aw yeah |
| I had to skrt off in the jet, aw yeah |
| Had to skrt off in the jet |
| Put your tape in and it’s awful, eject |
| You a fucking bitch, do it all for the check |
| Yeah, dog, had to skrt off in the jet |
| Yeah, had to skrt off in the jet |
| Dog, I do it all for the set |