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[verse 1]
i smoke papers, i spit razors
i drive race cars, i rock bapestas
i know lupe, we are lasers
i know groupies who do favours
i know true g’s who do capers
i had neighbors who salad bake*up
kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
now it’s the audio dope they beg for
suckas, know i’m the originator
unfadeable type of playa
and i got lowriders, run with outsiders
two*sides of the track, this the wrong side
do a bong rip, send me a money wire
thirteen inch chrome on white*wall tires
candy paint, you know a g driving
and the passenger got a sweet body
yeah, she fly, yеah, we ride
know wherе we reside, on the eastside
she already talkin’ bout she high
and i only hit the weed three times
yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
vibed out and f*cked three times
i got bentleys, i got benzes
i really do though, i’m not just sayin’ it
[chorus]
jet life, this that original playa sh*t
money all over everywhere, b*tch
those who work for it, we gon’ share with
jet life, this that original playa sh*t
money all over everywhere, b*tch
those who work for it, we gon’ share with

[verse 2]
i smoke papers, i spit razors
i drive race cars, i rock bapestas
i know lupe, we are lasers
i know groupies who do favours
i know true g’s who do capers
i had neighbors who salad bake*up
kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
now it’s the audio dope they beg for
suckas, know i’m the originator
unfadeable type of playa
and i got lowriders, run with outsiders
two*sides of the track, this the wrong side
do a bong rip, send me a money wire
thirteen inch chrome on white*wall tires
candy paint, you know a g driving
and the passenger got a sweet body
yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
know where we reside, on the eastside
she already talkin’ bout she high
and i only hit the weed three times
yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
vibed out and f*cked three times
i got bentleys, i got benzes
i really do though, i’m not just sayin’ it
[chorus]
jet life, this that original playa sh*t
money all over everywhere, b*tch
those who work for it, we gon’ share with
jet life, this that original playa sh*t
money all over everywhere, b*tch
those who work for it, we gon’ share with

[verse 3]
i smoke papers, i spit razors
i drive race cars, i rock bapestas
i know lupe, we are lasers
i know groupies who do favours
i know true g’s who do capers
i had neighbors who salad bake*up
kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
now it’s the audio dope they beg for
suckas, know i’m the originator
unfadeable type of playa
and i got lowriders, run with outsiders
two*sides of the track, this the wrong side
do a bong rip, send me a money wire
thirteen inch chrome on white*wall tires
candy paint, you know a g driving
and the passenger got a sweet body
yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
know where we reside, on the eastside
she already talkin’ bout she high
and i only hit the weed three times
yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
vibed out and f*cked three times
yeah, i got bentleys, i got benzes
i really do though, i’m not just sayin’ it

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