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jc racks - jets overseas lyrics

yeeeaah, hmmmm
yeeeaah

[hook]
jets
private jets overseas
i can’t trust these f+ck n+gga just left it all to me
baggage loaded up, pop some tags, wearing supreme on my sleeve
the codeine lets me dream but this ain’t no movie, ain’t hollywood scenes
rolling like a average smoking in the trap
she wanna f+ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f+ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n+ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

[verse 1]
ima bless yo outfit but you know i ain’t no priest
ima f+ck her once then ima pass her to the clique

n+ggas turning fake so left them in the past
swerving through my ends you know that my sh+t is fast

wanna make you mine but you steady playing games
teachers say i wouldn’t be sh+t, writing song on paper planes

shorty acting bad send to her room tell her to behave
just trynna spend some commas cause i can’t take it to the grave

counting commas getting these bands keep it in the safe
problems keep on landing on me solve em like a maze

pop me a perc and i might put one in my cup
i say f+ck 12 but bust down bust me like a cop

[hook]
jets
private jets overseas
i can’t trust these f+ck n+gga they just left it all to me
baggage loaded up, pop some tags, wearing supreme on my sleeve
the codeine lets me dream but this ain’t no movie, ain’t hollywood scenes
rolling like a average smoking in the trap
she wanna f+ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f+ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n+ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

[verse 2]
ops wanna get rid of me cause they be threatened by the goat
yea she giving face she a freak giving deep throat

n+ggas ain’t take me serious they gon laugh like i’m a joke
sending shot up out the chopper ima give u all that smoke

sipping codeine with my homeboys we gon make a toast
i be counting up getting the bag from coast to coast

counting this paper while i smoke yea i got a habit
b+tch i be counting my frito yea i be counting my chips

cop a beamer then i crash it so i hop in a benz
i need to run it up and get it again

tango down with a bad b+tch on a mission
tell that lil b+tch stop playing cause i got options

different color molly i’m on different dimension
i just f+cked your b+tch that is my confession

i just send a message and you ain’t even gon reply
when i was feeling down you were never there to identify

rolling like an average smoking in the trap
she wanna f+ck me for the stacks she ain’t wanna f+ck me for my swag
came from the dirt, n+ggas they playing they be playing tag
running up a check i might take another lap

- jc racks lyrics

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