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tysojet - 13 lyrics

[intro: tysojet]
everybody been asking me, what is you doing, jet?
i mean i be on the beat with swnky
and we gone be doing some real ass sh#t
matter fact, y’all gone hear more of us
a lot more
this is just the beginning
thank god for the internet
listen

[chorus: tysojet]
you got beats, huh?
not like swnky
that sh#t mad bunk
yo sh#t janky
i can tell you rode the wave
’cause yo sh#t basic
i be all on yo girl phone
this on her playlist
yuh

[hook: tysojet]
hoes, mad
fishin, gram
yo, j ack
riches, vast
bro, ask
snitches, cap
dope, crashed
b#tches, trashed

[verse 1: swnky]
dope
crashed
b#tches
trashed
it don’t make sense
but i’ll mix it and i’ll mash
sl#t on the floor like a pavement
these b#tches they asking for payments
write a cheque and i give it like cash
don’t test my patience
i ain’t having it
p#ssy came knocking at 4
next time she came
they gathered as four
i feel like i’m guiding these wh0res
f#cked on a foreign and gave her a tour
my d#ck is a diamond galore
a blessing for b#tches, they open their doors
make sure i’m getting some noise
n#gga, make sure i am getting some noise
get me some noise
full speed got inertia
i came at all your n#ggas like where’s ya
heard you was strapped up before
now i’m hearing that you run like a speedster
i shock all you n#ggas like thor
don’t wait for the hammer, i strike on the floor
i got a few cash and i made it a rack
my money strapped up now it looks like a pack
but i ain’t got that money
n#gga, this ain’t funny
no this ain’t funny
where’s my money
now this ain’t funny
with the gun it ain’t funny
hol up sw#nky
you ain’t got no gun sw#nky
hol up sw#nky
i’m like step back
f#ck back
you all reek of 50

[chorus: tysojet]
you got beats, huh?
not like swnky
that sh#t mad bunk
yo sh#t janky
i can tell you rode the wave
’cause yo sh#t basic
i be all on yo girl phone
this on her playlist
yuh

[hook: tysojet]
hoes, mad
fishin, gram
yo, jack
riches, vast
bro, ask
snitches, cap
dope, crashed
b#tches, trashed

[verse 2: tysojet]
woah
fast
go
gas, (huh)
zoomin’ on all of you f#ckboys
mazda 3 came with no hatch (huh)
master the art of finessing your b#tch
and then f#ck on that hoe in the back (huh)
sike, i ain’t done that
but you better know that i can
i#
link with my g, got a bat and a can
swoosh on my feet, got a pack (huh)
who ’boutta be in the bull run?
you boutta be left in last (huh)
boof better be with a bag
indubitably imma be with the bag
intuitively imma dream of the bag
snoozin’ on me until you see the bag
uh
bag talk
i’m a raw dog
on top
ass up
flat thot
get lost
gassed up?
guess not
ass holes
trash talk
bad hoes
get f#cked
donald trump
dump truck
dumb f#ck
f#ck me
f#ck us
f#ck peas
f#ck russ
just memes
f#cked up
must leave
i’m gone

[outro: tysojet]
yeah, that was some real jet sh#t
check my soundcloud i wreck sh#t
ion’ f#ck with an exit
but now i must go

- tysojet lyrics

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