Big James - Jet Fuel Lyrics

Tell a bitch I got street status F*ck a good, f*ck her baby, daddy
This that street shit, not no crab patty Caught her slippin' like a transmission
Light-skinned girls call me big poppy' Pimpin' hoes like I'm dollar
I'm a dog where dog collar Yeah, kickin' with my dog patnas

And we smokin' loud patna Said I sold him what you call it
Meet me at the corner store if your ass really want it
And that bitch so pretty, I'ma let her stunt for me
Try the cutlass when she want to, yeah, that's my boo

Yeah, she bless me like some tissue I bought her a Shih Tzu
And this cutlass here a coup, yeah, it's made for just too
Hell yeah, that's some gas, dawg, that's some jet fuel too, yeah