Trippie Redd - Jetway Lyrics
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Jetway Lyrics by Trippie Redd
Jetway
by Trippie Redd
Yeah
Shawty, she bad, ha, straight off the runway, huh
Shawty act bad, huh, she with the gunplay
Shawty shake ass, ha, straight off the jetway
Gotta go get to a bag, hit me the trap and make infinite cash
Huh, work, berserk, the one
Shawty fell in love with a damn king, but I can't get a damn ring
Took the bitch to the mall with me, dog hoes and give them things
In that trap, Pyrex whip and that Coogi Supreme
Yeah, I'm poured up, yeah, I roll up, yeah
Baby, hold on, yeah, we have money, ah
Keep it one hundred, ah, 1400, ah
Yeah, them bags in, huh, told me ratchеt, ah
Shawty, she bad, ha, straight off the runway, huh
Shawty act bad, huh, she with thе gunplay
Shawty shake ass, ha, straight off the jetway
Gotta go get to a bag, hit me the trap and make infinite cash
Huh, work, berserk, the one
Shawty fell in love with a damn king, but I can't get a damn ring
Huh, she pull up to'migo, huh, pull up to freak ho
Huh, she sweatin' the weave out, can't take the hood off that bitch
Woo, pullin' the 'Vette out, takin' the hood off that bitch
Woo, ten out of ten ho, she grippin' the counter and shit
Huh, splashin' in her mouth, fuck it, I'm drownin' this bitch
Huh, Mercedes Benz out and I can't stop countin' this shit
And I can't stop countin' this money, man, I can't stop countin' these racks
I can never ever count on a ho, only can count on my mama and pole
Fuck the world, forever alone, suck my dick, swallow it whole
She eatin' up dick, hope it fall off the bone, smokin' on 'za with a fine redbone
Can't find a vibe and your damn hand gone, 'nother Swanton Bomb, now you dead man gone
Pourin' up Quag, makin' plays off the phone, pourin' up Tris for Christian Dior, huh
Shawty, she bad, ha, straight off the runway, huh
Shawty act bad, huh, she with the gunplay
Shawty shake ass, ha, straight off the jetway
Gotta go get to a bag, hit me the trap and make infinite cash
Huh, work, berserk, the one
Shawty fell in love with a damn king, but I can't get a damn ring
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