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letra de jet fuel - lil' kim

[chorus: lil’ kim]
thinking that i fell off, you got me f-cked up (got me f-cked up)
i got friends, i got shooters, they gon’ bust, bust (they gon’ bust)
think i’m pretty, why your mans, he wanna f-ck, f-ck (he wanna f-ck)
he call me wednesday ’cause i’m his crush, crush (i’m his crush)
queen b-tch, rich forever, you got me f-cked up (you got me f-cked up)
ridin’ round, twenty p’s, in the truck, truck (in the truck)
y’all n-ggas f-cking milfs, i’m a motherf-cker (i’m a motherf-cker)
they say, “you still live in a mansion?” i’m like yup, yup (yeah)

[verse 1: lil’ kim]
b-tch, this ain’t no glow for me, i’m trappin’ dope-ally (ayy)
i got pounds of that purple weed, it look like potpourri
flyest b-tch in the room, you lil b-tches can’t f-ck with me
and i’m drowning in this money, ain’t no f-cking boat for me (yuh)
a1 all the time ’cause i’m f-cking saucy
kim k riding shotgun, please, i’m f-cking bossy
ol’ boy say he love me, but his shorty ain’t no me
oh, lil homie ballin’, but i’m way too out his league

[pre-chorus: tlz, big lew & lil’ kim]
yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain’t shy
like marie calendar, b-tch we sellin’ pies
breakin’ b-tches, can’t be mobbin’ i got ties
hundred pounds of og, we let it fly
please don’t bring me ’round your friend ’cause i’ma hit that
thought it was sweet until i broke the b-tch like a kit-kat
it’s money in the mattress, i be f-cking up a check
i don’t sleep on the paper, so she don’t f-ck with the rest

[verse 2: tlz]
i gotta, you know these n-ggas they gon’ call for me
i don’t talk for free, let georgie, ben and them talk for me (woah, woah)
i don’t gotta cut my old school, he gon’ whip that four for me (skrrt, skrrt)
got a goon that’ll k!ll for me (brrr)
call that hood chivalry (ayy)
and the clique keep going (where?)
up, up and we going (gone)
like siamese, they joined (yeah)
to the plate, filet mignon (ayy)
’til my new car hit high speed (skrrt, skrrt)
’cause b-tch car be foreign (yeah)
i’m in a new city, like i’m tourin’ (ayy)
abracadabra, get it going (louis)

[pre-chorus: tlz, big lew & lil’ kim]
oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain’t shy
like marie calendar, b-tch we sellin’ pies
breakin’ b-tches, can’t be mobbin’ i got ties
hundred pounds of og, we let it fly
please don’t bring me ’round your friend ’cause i’ma hit that
thought it was sweet until i broke the b-tch like a kit-kat
it’s money in the mattress, i be f-cking up a check
i don’t sleep on the paper, so she don’t f-ck with the rest

- lil kim

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