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on a jet - big homiie g lyrics

[intro]
woah (woah)
woah, woah (go grizz, woah, woah)
we so many miles high in the sky right now, for sure (for sure)
and i’m really high, woah

[chorus]
i’m on this jet higher than a motherf*cker, i ain’t worried ’bout no motherf*cker (nah)
i got some n*ggas with me locked in forever, we comin’ like blood brothers
i got some n*ggas that pull up and k!ll you in rush hour, comin’ like chris tucker (baow)
i asked a b*tch when she gon’ cum, she said she ain’t know, so i kept f*ckin’ (ugh)
i ain’t never played hide*and*seek, for real, my n*gga, i hate duckin’ (nah)
i come from where you gotta k!ll to live, for real, these n*ggas ain’t k!lled nothin’ (nothin’)
i ain’t never seen a n*gga my size that put this sh*t on like i do (like i do)
i’m fat as h*ll, 6’2″ (6’2″)
f*ckin’ this b*tch ’til her p*ssy loose (ugh, ugh)

[verse]
i’m in a whole ‘nother mood (mood)
i’m mixin’ percs with the shrooms (percs with the shrooms)
i’m with whatever you on (you on)
don’t hesitate, go with your move (go with your move)
i’m in this wide*body, know the cars i drive, they need a lil’ room (watch out)
she ate the d*ck in the whip (what?), she couldn’t even wait ’til the room (ooh)
she couldn’t even wait ’til the bed (bed)
i’m givin’ it, burnin’ her head (burnin’ her head)
she like, “g, man, i hate when you high” (why?)
i go high when i’m full of the meds (full of the percs)
she won’t leave me for n0body, n*gga (n0body, n*gga)
me and this b*tch locked in like dreads (like dreads)
how you beefin’ with me? weak (weak)
i’m already smokin’ the dead (smokin’ the dead)
i got ’bout twenty thousand on me now, ’bout to go buy a goyard bag (a goyard bag)
i know this money turn these b*tches on and makin’ a f*ck n*gga mad (f*ck n*gga mad)
you know they hate when i pop it (pop it)
there you go, they callin’ me c*cky (callin’ me c*cky)
he got a plain jane and a bust down, why he got on two watches? (woah)
[chorus]
i’m on this jet higher than a motherf*cker, i ain’t worried ’bout no motherf*cker (nah)
i got some n*ggas with me locked in forever, we comin’ like blood brothers
i got some n*ggas that pull up and k!ll you in rush hour, comin’ like chris tucker (baow)
i asked a b*tch when she gon’ cum, she said she ain’t know, so i kept f*ckin’ (ugh)
i ain’t never played hide*and*seek, for real, my n*gga, i hate duckin’ (nah)
i come from where you gotta k!ll to live, for real, these n*ggas ain’t k!lled nothin’ (nothin’)
i ain’t never seen a n*gga my size that put this sh*t on like i do (like i do)
i’m fat as h*ll, 6’2″ (6’2″)
f*ckin’ this b*tch ’til her p*ssy loose (ugh, ugh)

[outro]
i’m in a whole ‘nother mood
i’m mixin’ percs with the shrooms
i’m with whatever you on
don’t hesitate, go with your move

- big homiie g lyrics

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