On A Jet Lyrics – Big Homiie G
Singer: Big Homiie G
Title: On A Jet
Woah (woah)
Woah, woah (go grizz’, woah, woah)
We so many miles high in the sky right now, fo’ sure (fo’ sure)
And i’m really high, woah
I’m on this jet higher than a m#th*rf#ck*r, i ain’t worried ’bout no m#th*rf#ck*r (nah)
I got some n#gg#s with me locked in forever, we comin’ like blood brothers
I got some n#gg#s that pull up and kill you in rush hour, comin’ like chris tucker (woah)
I asked a b#tch when she gon’ c#m, she said she ain’t know, so i can’t f#ck her (ugh)
I ain’t never played hide-and-seek, for real, my n#gg#, i ain’t duckin’ (nah)
I come from where you gotta kill to live, for real, these n#gg#s ain’t killed nothin’ (they ain’t killed nothin’)
I ain’t never seen a n#gg# my size that put this sh#t on like i do (like i do)
I’m fat as hell, six two (six two)
f#ckin’ this b#tch ’til her p#ss# loose (ugh, ugh)
I’m in a whole ‘nother mood (mood)
I’m mixin’ perc’s with the shrooms (perc’s with the shrooms)
I’m on whatever you on (you on)
Don’t hesitate, go with your move (go with your move)
I’m in this wide-body, know the cars i drive, they need a lil’ room (watch out)
She ate the dick in the whip (what?), she couldn’t even wait ’til the room (ooh)
She couldn’t even wait ’til the bed (bed)
I’m givin’ it, burnin’ her head (burnin’ her head)
She like, “g, man, i hate when you’re high” (why?)
I go high when i’m full of the meds (full of the perc’s)
She won’t leave me for nobody, n#gg# (nobody, n#gg#)
Me and this b#tch locked in like dreads (like dreads)
How you beefin’ with me? weak (weak)
I’m already smokin’ the dead (smokin’ the dead)
I got ’bout twenty thousand on me now, ’bout to go buy a goyard bag (a goyard bag)
I know this money turn these b#tches on and makin’ a f#ck n#gg# mad (f#ck n#gg# mad)
You know they hate when i pop it (pop it)
There you go, they callin’ me cocky (callin’ me cocky)
He got a plane jain and a bussdown, why he got on two watches? (woah)
I’m on this jet higher than a m#th*rf#ck*r, i ain’t worried ’bout no m#th*rf#ck*r (nah)
I got some n#gg#s with me locked in forever, we comin’ like blood brothers
I got some n#gg#s that pull up and kill you in rush hour, comin’ like chris tucker (woah)
I asked a b#tch when she gon’ c#m, she said she ain’t know, so i can’t f#ck her (ugh)
I ain’t never played hide-and-seek, for real, my n#gg#, i ain’t duckin’ (nah)
I come from where you gotta kill to live, for real, these n#gg#s ain’t killed nothin’ (they ain’t killed nothin’)
I ain’t never seen a n#gg# my size that put this sh#t on like i do (like i do)
I’m fat as hell, six two (six two)
f#ckin’ this b#tch ’til her p#ss# loose (ugh, ugh)
I’m in a whole ‘nother mood
I’m mixin’ perc’s with the shrooms
I’m on whatever you on
Don’t hesitate, go with your move
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