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a$ap ferg – jet lag lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh
yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
sip lean back (woo), got a lot of chips (yeah)
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch (right)
sip lean back (woo), got a lot of drip (yeah)
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch (that’s right)
sip lean back (right), got a lot of chips (yeah)
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch (woo)
sip lean back (yeah), got a lot of drip (that’s right)
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch (grr)

[break]
yeah
uh, yeah
that’s right
hoo-hoo, d-mn

[verse 1]
rollin’ down the window, got two asians with me (yeah)
livin’ a fast life, my uncle prayin’ for me (that’s right)
people losin’ in this game, this sh-t is fatal to me (yeah)
see them turnin’ on their brothers, sh-t like [?] to me (woo)
i just pulled up in the benz, and i’m feelin’ like the goat (yeah)
i just woke up on your b-tch, i pick up anybody’s [?] (that’s right)
i got chips, with a lot of drip, comin’ by the low (yeah)
prada trench, too legit, 30,000 dollar coat (grr)
tiffany give me diamonds, that’s a different kind of glow (yeah)
cop [?] at frankie llama’s, that’s a different kind of [?] (yeah)
came a long way, used to try to work at clubs, [?] (hoo)
hittin’ the stage, covered in sauce, 100,000 dollar show (hey)
goin’ guerilla, fergie ferg, that n-gg- would count my checks (hey)
she on the d-ck, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (hey)
her -ss is realer, she don’t got no sealer caught up in her br–sts
i was born to do this sh-t, i see my dad up in the light (yeah)

[chorus]
sip lean back, got a lot of chips
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch
sip lean back, got a lot of drip
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch
sip lean back, got a lot of chips
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch
sip lean back, got a lot of drip
got jet lag ’cause i’m flyer than a b-tch

[verse 2]
made a lot of millions off a plain jane (yeah)
pen and billy on the track, we do the same thing (right)
rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring, ring (yeah)
got a b-tch from crenshaw, and she gang bang (that’s right)
we’re walkin’ and she listenin’ to yg (yg)
she scream, “i dare a motherf-cka try to stop me!” (try to stop)
she a ghetto b-tch, i f-ck her in versace (in versace)
and then i took her to felipe’s for shrimp and broccoli (shrimp and broccoli)
put in work and n-gg-s lookin’ awky (grr)
diamonds blingin’ called me n-gg-rachi (yeah)
[?] wanna f-ck, they cannot copy (cannot copy)
i paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (cannot crop me)
i’m on a newer level, highkey (yeah)
still be walkin’ through your block to get a chopped cheese (c’mon)
turn a hunnid to a masi’ (yeah)
you my son, but baby boy (hoo-hoo), go get to [?] (grr)

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