paroles de chanson Jet Fuel - T.I. , Lil Boosie
I'm
the
truth,
tell
it,
loud
weed
yellin'
Get
it
by
the
pound,
we
just
smoke
it,
we
don't
sell
it
What
I
blow'll
make
a
plane
go
Them
bitches
say
"You
got
some
money
but
you
lame"
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
Man
you
so
lame,
just
lookin'
at
you,
nigga
While
I'm
in
here
no
bitch'll
give
her
pussy
to
you,
nigga,
no
She
say
"Not
even
with
a
bank
roll"
'Cause
the
king
gettin'
money
when
the
bank's
closed
Yeah,
she
in
her
heels
on
her
knees
though
Yeah,
her
nigga
call,
she
don't
leave
though
Nope,
I
beat
that
pussy
like
she
stole
somethin'
Then
tell
that
ho
get
up
and
roll
somethin'
We
pourin'
up,
blowin'
gas,
weed
noisy
She
on
that
molly,
won't
stop
talkin'
that
annoy
me
I'm
like,
"Why
don't
you
suck
a
nigga's
dick
or
somethin'?"
Or
take
it
from
behind
while
you
eat
a
bitch
or
somethin'
I
like
my
bitches
doubled
up
like
my
white
cup
I
like
my
pint
sealed
up,
drank
poured
up
Yup,
and
you
know
you
don't
wanna
catch
it
You
don't
wanna
see
my
niggas
actin'
ratchet
with
the
ratchet
I'm
the
truth,
tell
it,
loud
weed
yellin'
Get
it
by
the
pound,
we
just
smoke
it,
we
don't
sell
it
What
I
blow'll
make
a
plane
go
Them
bitches
say
"You
got
some
money
but
you
lame"
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
I'm
a
jet
fuel
smoker,
crazy
like
the
Joker
Suck
it
'fore
you
fuck
it
is
exactly
what
I
told
her
Ten
bottles,
two
models,
kush
sack,
it's
a
jet
ride
Go
and
get
my
game
stash,
bitch,
off
the
west
side
Baby
daddy
face
lookin'
long,
better
change
that
Make
a
nigga
drop
some
change
on
your
lame
ass
Bob
Marley
smoke,
spendin'
hundred
after
hundred
Jumped
down
her
throat
and
in
her
stomach,
now
she
runnin'
Me
and
my
henchmen,
we
be
gunnin'
for
the
money,
blowin'
jet
fuel
We
don't
pay
for
pussy
cause
we
fuck
more
than
we
rest,
dude
I
bet
you
that
your
main
bitch'll
bless
boo
And
every
ho
with
her
when
they
see
me
gon'
break
their
neck
too
Rich
dick
in
her,
I
done
gave
the
bitch
life
support
High
in
the
pussy
same
way
that
I
was
high
in
court
Flip
it,
slap
it,
rub
it
down,
finish,
give
it
back
up
Wash
the
dick
off
while
she
roll
the
kush
sack
up
I'm
the
truth,
tell
it,
loud
weed
yellin'
Get
it
by
the
pound,
we
just
smoke
it,
we
don't
sell
it
What
I
blow'll
make
a
plane
go
Them
bitches
say
"You
got
some
money
but
you
lame"
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
Better
kush
if
them
bitches
wanna
blow,
of
the
blow
For
the
hoes
who
be
playin'
with
their
nose,
now
you
know
That
the
king
all
about
the
dollar
bills,
quarter
mil'
In
the
bag,
slappin'
bitches
on
their
ass
with
dollar
bills
You
don't
like
it,
ho?
You
ain't
gotta
chill
then
Leave
the
laughin'
match
and
go
back
to
where
you
live
then
Nope,
but
you
don't
wanna
do
that
How
this
ho
blowin'
on
me,
where
her
trumpet
or
her
flute
at?
I
brought
a
pound
and
she
blew
that,
see
he
brought
two
back
Drunk
up
a
pint
of
lean,
ain't
sleepin',
now
who
can
do
that?
She
dippin'
all
that
molly,
steady
askin'
where
the
food
at
You
don't
believe
me?
Ask
my
nigga
Jeezy,
he
can
true
that
I
beat
that
pussy,
blew
that,
man
I
ain't
gon'
finesse
it
Man
you
know
what
I'm
smokin',
shawty
you
ain't
gotta
check
it
You
can
smell
it,
this
shit
I'm
smokin'
straight
up
out
of
D4
I
ain't
talkin'
but
it's
loud
when
the
weed
blow
Yup,
like
I'm
fresh
up
on
the
runway
Wheels
up,
weed
loud
like
gunplay
On
them
sucka
niggas
with
their
lame
ass
You
bustas
blowin'
train
smoke,
we
blowin'
plane
gas
I'm
the
truth,
tell
it,
loud
weed
yellin'
Get
it
by
the
pound,
we
just
smoke
it,
we
don't
sell
it
What
I
blow'll
make
a
plane
go
Them
bitches
say
"You
got
some
money
but
you
lame"
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
We
blow,
jet
fuel,
plane
gas
on
your
lame
ass
1 King
2 G Shit
3 G' Shit
4 About the Money
5 New National Anthem
6 Oh Yeah
7 Oh Yeah
8 Private Show
9 No Mediocre
10 Jet Fuel
11 Jet Fuel
12 Paperwork
13 Paperwork
14 Stay
15 About My Issue
16 On Doe, On Phil
17 On Doe, On Phil
18 Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)
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