Lyrics:
smile
Too bad these things only lasted for a while
You used to call me everyday mommy
Aye
But then you went another way mommy
Aye
You used
Maji we ahead of the game
A central we ah level the plane, yeah yeah yeah
And if you feel me and you are the same
Ah that your ego alone fi blame,
wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane
set of wings for you, for a brand new set of wings for you
Yeah for you
Oh I'm gonna go get a ticket
Gonna get on a plane
Tell that pilot take me
Welcome to the ghetto, where forever be the same
Hard times, got my people unable to maintain
Everytime I look around, it's somebody doing bad
That'll
You better think about your reputation, baby it's gone from bad to worse
And goin'down,down,down
No, no, no you'll never make love in this town again
i want u 2 b with me
when I get off the stage
I've gIven what I've had
to give to anyone
I don't feel good nor bad
I go back to my room
and don't
probably murder my moms
So I pray to Jesus Cristo when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine paste, and play my position
Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just
fuk'n wicked man
If you need your fix, you know where to go
Get on the phone to Benny Blanco
He doesn't mind, even when he's with a whore
He's
changing their attitude
I been up like altitudes
Fly like planes no parachutes
Switching my moves like I switched shoes
Talking bout shooting they thinking
wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane
Hopped on a plane abroad
Gave this broad a nod
Hopped in the car
And then she followed the Don
Got to the Telly and the sun was blazing
And it felt amazing
A bottle of lean, a gun to your jeans, and a little faith in me
A plane in the sky, the only starlight on this never-ending street
The cameras
Sitting in bed, listen to beats while I write to this
Digging through my past to go and find this
Never really felt pain, completely like this
So
but I done some things
Last week made like 10k, reckless life I ain’t got no safe
Bitch! Do not talk if you don’t hop on your own plane
Bitch! Hold
the pause start (paws start)
To make a hallmark need a crowbar and Hang em by the M of the Walmart make it wall art
Cause I feel just like flight eleven cause
the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
if
you doing here?
Better have you degrees, masters!"
Thinking that I go nowhere
But I don't wanna be no one
Been working like a Trojan, man!
I know,
not Givenchy
I wrote my pain and sent it off I'm hoping you would hear it
This Nike fit by Jerry unless it's god then I don't fear him
Just gave that
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
give me brains
And she go dum nuts
I really can’t complain
I gave her thumbs up
We sittin on a plane
I’m countin funds up
Sticky on me
For whoever
Feeling kinda strange now
Coursing through my veins now
Bullet to the brain (grah)
This beat made by Kayne
I'm so fly I need a plane
I'm so high I
Don't bow my head Because i am grace
Stack my bread Make my plate
I rely on the facts I don't walk by faith
And its all on me so i got to make a way
I'll take a bad bitch and put her on game
I'll take a rapper and call him by name
Just to show Yall we ain't talking the same
I'm high as hell, hiding
Discuss these planes go by bad grid Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In