Lyrics:
drive this plane
Oxygen mask drops in front of my face
But I still can't breathe
‘cause you're taking away
Take take me away, take take me away
30, 000
Lil' shawty I was in the back seat with me, you know uh (uh, Naomi)
I ran into her on Rodeo Drive in L.A., and I was like
[Chorus]
(She's so fly)
and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I found off skills
Check it out, jets fly private
Nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I'm in
(The key is not to drive your jet ski in the dark)
Jet ski, jet ski
Bounce sur la vague comme un jet ski (Bounce)
J'bounce sur la vibe sur mon jet
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with
bunnies drive me crazy (summer bunnies drive me crazy)
One, two, three, four it's time for me to jet
Where you goin' off to, the beach, that's a bet
It's
baller house
Mansions and yachts, yeah I don't really need that
Private jet, high tech, my ego really feeding it
At this point, it's for me, my type really
Yea
Christ Conscious hold up
Yea
Let Him drive the boat
Preach the gospel through my lyrics lead me to another coast
If I ain't have your spirit with
She smells of daisy
She smells of daisy
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Gonna take her for
dope, girl, I been doin' shows
'96 Impala, I got two of those
'64 Impala, I got two of those
Jet-livin', we get lifted, Lamborghini doors
Baby DTF,
wanna have fun
I don't need you to call my phone
Because I just wanna have fun
Take the money and drive
I'm rollin' round town in my Jet Black Lincoln
Can you tell what's on my mind?
She's with him, it drives me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head
Until he's dead
The sight of blood is such
Can you tell what's on my mind
She's with him it drives me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head until he's dead
The sight of blood is such a high
Can you tell what's on my mind
She's with him it drives me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head until he's dead
The sight of blood is such a high
positions
Done Made my mistakes now I move with precision
Never 2nd guessing but I'm weighing my decisions
They wanna see me fail cuz I'm head of the class
That show us where to drive
Their lights flash
“Wet Paint” so “Do Not Pass”
Their large tanks can store
500 gallons or more
So they can stripe all day
clock out
I'mma go drive to Miami, Lamborghini, I'm whippin the top out
225 on the dash, Rolling Loud and I'm finna go pop out
Sippin a fifth of Cîroc, I
Can you tell what's on my mind
She's with him it drives me wild
I'd like to hit him on the head until he's dead
The sight of blood is such a high
fuck with style and precision
You get good loving by default
Love how you climb pon the cocky like pole vault
Pussy tight bruising up like asphalt
Lose
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
the rest
Gonna control what’s happening , can graft all day with the best
Workin workin workin workin workin every day
Move with that precision am a surgeon
I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every boost in precision, most won’t
I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every
I had to move with some precision
And make some tough decisions
My brothers never lost track because we were on a mission
And maybe we got tossed
delicious
To eat the best of you like the others do
We take your pride from you
The drive-in, the embassy, the jets, it's all the same to me
Your body
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