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prod sreehari - private jet lyrics

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i brought a stick on a private jet
i brought you b+tch and she give me head
i got that choppa, that choppa gon leave em dead
i hit a b+tch in the crib then i leave her there
i brought a stick on a private jet
i brought you b+tch and she give me head
i got that choppa, that choppa gon leave em dead
i hit a b+tch in the crib then i leave her there

i told you b+tches don’t play wit me
i hit a l!ck like it’s dairy
i got a whip on the ferry
i got her singing like jb, hailey

imma go platinum, two times
when i be coming up then it’s a new time
i’ll be on the charts with no label a few times
so many b+tches don’t know like “are you mine?”

spittin like a bretta
with semi automatics together
the way i murder got no room for contenders
i make it boom when i enter
then gotta tour in december
i’m boutta put on a mf show you gon remember
b+tch i’ve been at it
i’m making moves and my moves been erratic
xxl boy you know i’ll be at it
i make that sh+t that you crave like an addict
and play it to masses

i brought a stick on a private jet
i brought you b+tch and she give me head
i got that choppa, that choppa gon leave em dead
i hit a b+tch in the crib then i leave her there
i brought a stick on a private jet
i brought you b+tch and she give me head
i got that choppa, that choppa gon leave em dead
i hit a b+tch in the crib then i leave her there

- prod sreehari lyrics

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