Blow Lyrics - Singles - Young Roddy

Jet Life (x3) 

And if it dont make bread it aint right 

yeah 

One time for the set that I rep 

Your best bet if you come come correct 

I show no love to the weak no respect 

They tell me life a gamble I holla bet 

But outta no where this nigga became a threat 

And I aint even break a sweat but she soaking wet 

And just like my logo for the money I jet 

Theres no days off on my road to success 

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Long as that money on my mind theres no rest 

When we aint have a deal we had to pay our self 

Roddy just a name I gave my self 

Cause either she get right or get left 

But before even I got unpacked she undressed 

Word, Real recognize real I guess 

So till Im dead and gone its Jets at your neck 

Im in a city with murder money and sex 

D Wade flow, fuck it better yet Durant 

Skinny as I am I tote my city on my back 

I stay highed up that helps me relax 

I get behind it if she throw that ass back 

Shorty ride until the wheels go flat 

I stay strapped and my track gone clap 

In the fast lane peddle to the mat 

To the floor, shit way better then before 

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This a jack move I kick down the door 

Im on my grind I hope you own yours 

I never close like my neighborhood stores 

Never once reveled my jet code 

We stack dough till that shit overflow 

I fall back when these hoes pay me close 

Why smile when that shit aint no joke 

Cause all we know is hustlin' till you croke 

Jet Life, Jets Go Jets Go 

Sure nuff you pray, we gone blow 

Its hard to breath around all this gun smoke 

Man this weed get me to high to be gettin it for the low 

yeah 

I said this weed get me to high to be gettin it for the low 

Its hard to breath around all this gun smoke 

Man this weed get me to high to be gettin it for the low