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jet couteur – posted lyrics

i’m posted
i’m really posted
i’m sipping on purple potions
my eyes dawg they’re wide open
while others be blindfolded
don’t talk man
i’m not social
and sometimes i’m not sober
this is not a green light
you can tell how the signs posted
i’m posted
i’m really posted
i’m sipping on purple potions
my eyes dawg they’re wide open
while others be blindfolded
don’t talk man
i’m not social
and sometimes i’m not sober
this is not a green light
you can tell how the signs hosted
i’m chillling
i’m really chilling
just plotting on clean millions
they act scary on the internet
but really they not villains
some day we’ll all k!ll ’em
bury all these lames
and write just here lies your children
i had to stay down and stay fearless
i’m really just chilling
i got some b+tches on my line
and when they blow my line
you know i gotta hit decline
i’m selfish with my time
and i can’t have you wasting mine
unless your back declines
and i can run it through your spine
i’m tryna stash a couple million
and just hop up out the way
keep a thirty on waist
please stay up out my way
i got these hoes on me but i got some b+tches tryna chase
the b+tches tryna play but they can’t break me like a vase
i’m tryna rearrange the chase
i’m tryna get up out this place
houston is my city but i’m tryna move up out this place
i’m gonna make it to la
serve it by the bay
flip the whole pack
and do that hoe day to day
i need to get another bin
i need my name up on a building
young black king
making music for the children
tryna get some money
do it right, god willing
tryna get up the face
cause i really need a billion
bang it on another one
flip it to the other one
i ain’t got no time for some other one
on a another sun
when it comes together
i feel like i am the chosen one
when people had doubted me
they turned out to the dumber one
b+tches know my name
but i don’t do this for no fame
they try run some routes
but they can’t handle in my lane
i couldn’t name another n+gga right up in my lane
she said were all alike but know we are not the same
she searched me on the internet
looking up my accolades
so usually i’m not in to that
i get money both ways
so i might be a jack of trades
don’t tell me who i am
i know that i’m young jet
i’m flying above the bullsh+t
and i’m higher than the rest
i do it off the rip
and if you really know me
you know that i’m playin’ with some chips
i want the cake and eat it too
so with my chips, i dip
and when i run up in this place
i’m shootin off the hip
(the hip)
i’m posted
i’m really posted
i’m sipping on purple potions
my eyes dawg they’re wide open
while others be blindfolded
don’t talk man
i’m not social
and sometimes i’m not sober
this is not a green light
you can tell how the signs posted
i’m posted
i’m really posted
i’m sipping on purple potions
my eyes dawg they’re wide open
while others be blindfolded
don’t talk man
i’m not social
and sometimes i’m not sober
this is not a green light
you can tell how the signs hosted

- jet couteur lyrics

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