Jet

Desiigner

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    Ayy
    Tell
    Ayy, got one?
    Ayy, tell
    On a spell
    Purple jet
    Purple jet

    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma run right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma go right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Young nigga cop him a TEC
    Cop me a jet

    I spent two milla on where I rest
    I got two hundred up on my neck
    Dual exhausts like Twin Towers
    On that Carerra I cause a jet
    Please call 9-1-1
    You know this a Turbo S
    Still got the scale, nigga
    Feel like I'm Virgo-esque
    I might fuck up a check on her
    If we kick it, David Beck on her
    That's my Becky with the good hair
    Say King Push done went left on 'em
    All designers, not a problem
    Ask Desiigner, I signed him (true)
    Billboard's a jungle gym
    Sat back and watch 'em climb 'em
    It's Nobu on his charter
    Crab roll starters (no chopsticks)
    Main course was from
    Malaysian open waters
    Apollo jets, you just jet smarter
    Love the money
    And I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar

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    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma run right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma go right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Young nigga cop him a TEC
    Cop me a jet

    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma run right through this paper
    Right through a check (check, check)
    I'ma go cop me a TEC (TEC, TEC)
    Milly gon' cop him a TEC (TEC, TEC)
    For them new shoes, die for respect
    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma run right through this paper
    Ballin' hard like the Lakers
    Givin' bitch nigga no favors
    You gettin' hit with the razors
    He gettin' hit with the shaver
    Ballin' hard like the Pacers
    Niggas talkin' like they raised us
    None of 'em raised us
    I'ma get right to this paper
    I'ma get right through this paper
    Run through a check
    I'ma go die for respect
    Bitch nigga hit like the ref
    For them new shoes, die for respect

    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma run right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    Go cop me a jet
    I'ma run right through this paper
    I'ma go right through this paper
    Right through a check
    Cop me a jet
    Young nigga cop him a TEC
    Cop me a jet

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