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bandanna$aint - jet lag lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
d+mn
(kat lightning made it, ya dig?) yeah

[verse 1]
i done leveled up on that b+tch, yeah (yeah)
i’m gon’ send my shooter, i won’t diss ya (yeah)
f+cked her, get her gone, i don’t miss her (yeah)
i nut all on her lips, and you still kissed her (yeah)
we got h+lla poles when we pull up (yeah)
she wanna f+ck me, she know i’m too up (yeah)
i’m tryna pour some drank, i need like two cups (yeah)
i’m just geeked up, countin’ racks, i was a loser (yeah)
i’m at the airport lookin’ for my old bug (yeah)
i can’t trust that ho (that ho), but i’m scared to lose her (yeah)
she could f+ck with me today, next day, i could lose her (ah)
i know i said i was gonna quit, still took that boot up (yeah)
i still popped a pill (yeah), i’m just tryna feel (yeah)
my bro love to crash (what?), he just want the k!ll (yeah)
we been on they ass (yeah), man, this sh+t get real (yeah)
i got so much cash, back then we all used to steal

[verse 2]
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
left ’em in the past (d+mn), know them broke boys mad (yeah)
slime came with the blast (yeah), we still on they ass (yeah)
and my flight just landed (d+mn), i still got jet lag (yeah)
f+ck it, bussed his ass (yeah), i did what i had to
i’m just doin’ me (yeah), know them n+ggas mad too
she got purple hair (yeah), yeah, my new b+tch so cool (yeah)
i’m going up, i told you, “i might power up like goku” (yeah)
d+mn, my bag got bigger (yeah), my b+tch ass got bigger (yeah)
had to kick her out, don’t think that b+tch could hold her liquor (ugh)
can’t f+ck with no drunk ho (yeah), money comin’ pr+nto (yeah)
you still flex those lil’ racks, i’m still countin’ hunchos (yeah)
left my old b+tch in the wind (yeah)
sipped up in the back+seat, i’m tryna spin (yeah)
i took l’s (yeah), nowadays i just win (i just win)
not my kin, no, you’re not a friend (no, you’re not a friend)
yeah, my new b+tch, she coolin’ (yeah)
i’m tryna catch a opp, man (yeah), we shoot at your hooper (yeah)
hop out with that glock, b+tch (yeah), bust at your medulla (yeah)
you f+cked up coverin’ that thot, b+tch (yeah), that ho, she a chooser
[outro]
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(ooh, ooh)

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