JETLAG (feat. Chris Paine)

Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad Smoking all this gas, it's that loud pack Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad So damn high, feel like I got jet lag Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad Smoking all this gas, it's that loud pack Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad So damn high, feel like I got jet lag So damn high, I can't even fucking see All these thotties all on me, they be for the streets We be ridin in that coupe, this that new Benz Shawty suck it up, while I'm counting all my bands I'm like, let's go Baby throw some more She said she want love, you a fucking 304 She be so bad, and she wanna lock me down I said f*ck that, you a nat nat, hoe Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad She don't call my phone, cause my bitch mad She said Jae come over, 100 on the dash When I bend her over, make that coochie slap Runnin for dat money, got me doin laps She be on that petty, all she do is cap You think you the shit? But that booty flat! Baby girl I'm sorry I can't wife that, no Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad Smoking all this gas, it's that loud pack Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad So damn high, feel like I got jet lag Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad Smoking all this gas, it's that loud pack Yea my bitch bad Yea my bitch bad So damn high, feel like I got jet lag