ASAP Ferg - Jet Lag (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ASAP Ferg - Jet Lag (en) Lyrics
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Sit leaned back (Woo), got
a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
than a bitch (Right)
Celine bag (Woo), got
a lot of drip (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
than a bitch (That's right)
Sit leaned back (Right), got
a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
than a bitch (Woo)
Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot
of drip (That's right)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
than a bitch (Grr)
Rollin' down the window, got
two Asians with me (Yeah)
Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin'
for me (That's right)
People losin' in this game, this
shit is fatal to me (Yeah)
See them turnin' on they brothers,
shit like Fredo to me (Woo)
I just pulled up in the Benz and I'm
feelin' like the goat (Yeah)
I just woke up on your bitch, I pick
'em eeny, miny, moe (That's right)
I got chips with a lot of drip,
comin' by the load (Yeah)
Prada trench, too legit, 30,
000 dollar coat (Grr)
Tiffany give me diamonds, that's
a different kind of glow (Yeah)
Got bitches like Frankie Lymon, that's
a different kind of ho (Yeah)
Came a long way, used to try to
work at Club Monaco (Hoo)
Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce,
100, 000 dollar show (Hey)
Goin' guerilla, Fergie Ferg that
nigga, count my checks (Hey)
She on a nigga, wanna get up in
my chinchilla flaps (Hey)
Her ass is realest, she ain't got
no silicone up in her breasts
I was born to do this shit, I see
my dad up in the light (Yeah)
Sit leaned back, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm
flyer than a bitch
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a-
Made a lot of millions off
a plain Jane (Yeah)
Pen and Billy on the track, we
do the same thing (Right)
Rose gold, pink diamonds
in my ring-ring (Yeah)
Got a bitch from Crenshaw and
she gang bang (That's right)
Blood walkin' and she
listenin' to YG (YG)
She scream, "I dare a motherfucka
try stop me!" (Try to stop)
She a ghetto bitch, I fuck her
in Versace (In Versace)
And then I took her to Felipe
for shrimp and broccoli
(Shrimp and broccoli)
Put in work, a nigga
lookin' awky (Grr)
Diamonds blingin' called
me niggarachi (Yeah)
Niggas wanna, but they cannot
copy (Cannot copy)
I paint the biggest picture but they
try to crop me (Cannot crop me)
I'm on a newer level, high-key (Yeah)
Still be walkin' through your block
to get a chopped cheese (C'mon)
Turn a Honda to a Masi' (Yeah)
You my son, my baby boy, go
get Taraji (Hoo-hoo, grr)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a
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