Jet Fuel Lyrics - Paperwork - T.i.

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin' 

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it 

What I blow'll make a plane go 

Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame" 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

Man you so lame, just lookin' at you, nigga 

While I'm in here no bitch'll give her pussy to you, nigga, no 

She say "Not even with a bank roll" 

'Cause the king gettin' money when the bank's closed 

Yeah, she in her heels on her knees though 

Yeah, her nigga call, she don't leave though 

Nope, I beat that pussy like she stole somethin' 

Then tell that ho get up and roll somethin' 

We pourin' up, blowin' gas, weed noisy 

She on that molly, won't stop talkin' that annoy me 

I'm like, "Why don't you suck a nigga's dick or somethin'?" 

Or take it from behind while you eat a bitch or somethin' 

I like my bitches doubled up like my white cup 

I like my pint sealed up, drank poured up 

Yup, and you know you don't wanna catch it 

You don't wanna see my niggas actin' ratchet with the ratchet 

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I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin' 

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it 

What I blow'll make a plane go 

Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame" 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

I'm a jet fuel smoker, crazy like the Joker 

Suck it 'fore you fuck it is exactly what I told her 

Ten bottles, two models, kush sack, it's a jet ride 

Go and get my game stash, bitch, off the west side 

Baby daddy face lookin' long, better change that 

Make a nigga drop some change on your lame ass 

Bob Marley smoke, spendin' hundred after hundred 

Jumped down her throat and in her stomach, now she runnin' 

Me and my henchmen, we be gunnin' for the money, blowin' jet fuel 

We don't pay for pussy cause we fuck more than we rest, dude 

I bet you that your main bitch'll bless boo 

And every ho with her when they see me gon' break their neck too 

Rich dick in her, I done gave the bitch life support 

High in the pussy same way that I was high in court 

Flip it, slap it, rub it down, finish, give it back up 

Wash the dick off while she roll the kush sack up 

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin' 

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it 

What I blow'll make a plane go 

Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame" 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

Better kush if them bitches wanna blow, of the blow 

For the hoes who be playin' with their nose, now you know 

That the king all about the dollar bills, quarter mil' 

In the bag, slappin' bitches on their ass with dollar bills 

You don't like it, ho? You ain't gotta chill then 

Leave the laughin' match and go back to where you live then 

Nope, but you don't wanna do that 

How this ho blowin' on me, where her trumpet or her flute at? 

I brought a pound and she blew that, see he brought two back 

Drunk up a pint of lean, ain't sleepin', now who can do that? 

She dippin' all that molly, steady askin' where the food at 

You don't believe me? Ask my nigga Jeezy, he can true that 

I beat that pussy, blew that, man I ain't gon' finesse it 

Man you know what I'm smokin', shawty you ain't gotta check it 

You can smell it, this shit I'm smokin' straight up out of D4 

I ain't talkin' but it's loud when the weed blow 

Yup, like I'm fresh up on the runway 

Wheels up, weed loud like gunplay 

On them sucka niggas with their lame ass 

You bustas blowin' train smoke, we blowin' plane gas 

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin' 

Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it 

What I blow'll make a plane go 

Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame" 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass 

We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass