Songtexte:
Jet Crush On You

Tell me that you play it safe Because you?re afraid to hurt your neck On a rollercoaster jet And never knowing what you get Do you wanna be simple On

of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa cause you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady

Do Construction The Microphone Wet Cause My Words Like Seduction And When We On The Jet, You Don't Come Up In The Discussion And If You Say You Ballin

it's goin down, you know who got the flava We got the flava, the flava So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah

the game, 'cuz she the business Type of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you

I'll pass ya 1999, octane because I gassed ya Watch me George Jet on you, son, like I'm NASA Goddamn, like to compare on blaster It's the sound effect

blunt three in the morning you take to the head I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread I'm that spot that you got when you was runnin

gonna have her Lay her like a cornerback On her back, on the mat Found out that you wanna act We ran through her, you want her back? Come on wit that, you

Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring) I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you