Laulunsanoja:
Jet Boys

time Ain't nothin' on yo' mind Time to recline, hit the club We gon ride 'cause it's Friday Friday Friday Friday Ain't no sweat, give me my check, let me jet

Yh Team U.k Stand Up This Is The Grime Remix Skepta Diddy Dirt Money (Skepta) As we proceed ( Boy Betta Know) Yh The Bad Boys Are Back Blowing Up

good If you wanna get under it then I guess I can fuck with it Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket list And these boys, I granted this death

wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet

was lookin' at me She's a haggler naw, I'm not taggin' her But you don't want them boys To come over and start askin' ya What you wanna do, nigga? Nothin

, yo, we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereos The kid's nice, warnin' you twice, run your garments Jet

next day he was gone You wanna know, what? You wanna know what I'm talkin' about Sayin', "I've seen something in the way of things And how the boys

this money, get money Three fly cats that get money with no gimmicks Y'all just so timid, my soldiers be no limit What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet

them, advancing from duplex to mansion Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch Jet