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Cøuntindeez(dese)FT-Ayee Shad

I know you love me Ft+ Fallen Angel Arc <3

Floating through the sky in turbo mode.
“Jet Fuel” — a whole new level of drip and energy.
Melodies on autopilot. Pressure in every bar.
This ain’t regular fuel — this that premium.

Produced by [Ysl Mula]
Mixed by [Ghostanni]

Turn it up. Let it take you higher.

#JetFuel #SkyboxDrip #NewWave #TrapVibes

Lyrics:

(Hook)
Red coupe slide like a dancer (skrrt)
Whole gang lit, no manners (woo)
Ice on my neck, got cancer (bling)
Hop out the whip, no answer (yeah)

Poppin’ my shh, panoramic (woah)
Top off the top, Titanic (splash)
New chain sink like an anchor (bling)
Talk outta line, get handled (grrt bow)

Verse 1
Poppin’ tags, new designer bags, (bags)
Wrist on freeze, can’t feel my hands (ice)
Shorty too bad, she don’t need no man (nah)
Took her to the spot, now she in my plans (yeah)

Big dawg status, I’m off that leash,
Drape my neck like Christmas trees,
Fly like a jet, no AirBnb,
Shawty gon’ ride like a BMX (skrrt skrrt)

Money too long, can’t fold it,
Bands on bands, can’t hold it,
Twelve come through, ain’t foldin’,
Still pop shh like I’m chosen (yeaahhh)
I’m in the skybox, dreamin’, schemin’ (yeah)
Money so tall, got the angels peekin’ 
Drop top screamin’, tires still bleedin’ (brr)
Countin’ my demons, pray I don’t meet ’em 
Im in the skybox leanin, geekin, talkin to da stars got a lil meanin frozen my heart can’t let em freeze me whole a lotta scars for a lot of reasons Flexed up, dipped in Dior,
Jet lagged, slept on the tour,
Gold fangs bite like a sword,
Money dance all on the floor,
I talk to the sky, I get answers,
She wanna vibe, I’m a dancer,
Shawty too bad, I can’t chance her,
I got racks stuffed so deep in my pampers blowin out clouds out of reach diamonds got frostbite they don’t speak, new coupe red boutta bleed life too fast cant hit the breaks ice in my veins bet im drippin (hm lets go, yea)

I got a plane to catch (4-5)
I got a chain to match (yeaa)
I put the pain in rap, still gotta stain for dat
(Still)
Went to the opps funeral (fuck em) 
Still got the whole plate from that (vroom)
Fuck is you talkin bout?, 
You never seen a rack (woah)

(Jet Fuel)

Minute Maid

produced by : Burke!
written by : me
vocalists : me
composed by : me
engineered by : me
mastered by : me
cover by : me & sye
lyrics : 24

(yea, yea, yea , yea yea, yea yea, yea yea)
Say you not lackin’ till the roof came off
S-Standin on 10 now i got bankroll
bad a bitch in my car go woah
y-you aint had shit, pull up money carlo
inna trap house with a fuckin top floor, brand new cup got brand new drank
i need to pour up where is that lean? I need to pour up where is that lean 
(yea) 
(pour up where is that lean)

think i copy?
Dont wanna be you
and my clothes rockin’ evisu
Oh you got some hoes ? yea bro me too
i need that bag then need a g-coupe, niggas be rats like master shifu
cant break her back, she shoppin’ off Temu
oh you want a bag?
Yea bro me too
Oh you want a bag?
yea bro me too
tell me im cheatin’ ima be like bitch who?
Walk in that bih like the man, like a big dude
shit so wack she dont even wanna dance to it
i got some racks aint none racks can’t do
say you gon’ catch me, lil nigga catch who?
And im at the function im rockin’ my vest suit
bitch so wet on my body like a wet suit
(yeah)
bitch on my body like a wet suit 
(yeah)

(nigga said he was gon’ catch me n catch who?)
(N catch who?)
And my pockets be filled with some bread 
i think this yo bitch givin’ me head, 
fuck that hoe till she can’t have sex 
im in that hotel fuckin that 
(yeah)
raf simmons on me not gucci, young fuck nigga like yfn lucci
the bitch so bad she got tatts on her booty
diamonds so wet like i dove in her (yeah) 
diamonds so wet like i dove in ha (yeah) 
the bitch so bad i looked over her
24 kobe no holding her
24, 24 glock in my holster

Luciano

Dark Heart

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