Lyrics:
I just kissed you goodbye
A half an hour ago
I know you've driven to the airport
But I just gotta pick up the phone
And hear you one more time
at the clear port, Ye?
Why I always hear they at the airport
While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force?
Therefore, please stop talkin' my ears off
Father long gone, but Gucci be your daddy, baby (daddy, baby)
I can fly you anywhere, we can sex in crazy places (anywhere, anywhere)
Airports, train
through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chilling in the Bahamas
[W.C.]
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowing how
leave nothin' in your clothes
And at the airport in Milwaukee
They refused to let us board the plane at all
They said we looked suspicious
But I
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the lyrics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est,
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
Let's move it along
And airports
See it all the time
Where someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh
'Cause someone's coming home
In
and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care
Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed,
wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
And make romance
Well, we barely made the airport
For the last plane out
As we taxied down the runway
I
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
on a plane
We had this date marked on the calendar forever
We'd take that new wed limo airport ride together
I feel like a plastic groom alone there
and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your
on me
Just look what you created
Dear future self, I hope it's going well
I'm drunk on cheap whiskey in an airport hotel, yeah
Hands up, ready for
the Range Rover
Opa Locka airport lets get the plane loaded
I put it on the turnpike
Gold rims, whip real, blue bills duckin' the termites
I'ma let one
best-selling paper backs chosen at random
No sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them.
Black Sunday falls one day too soon.
And down at the airport
at the airport
Way I smoked the Blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport
Fifty thousand dollars on superstar attire
K.E. and Young Future bringing them fire
All
to vote
Nigga count your blessings, lighters on the dresser
I scoped it, a whole body, so yes I'm well invested
From Fig row to the airport to them
of a poet
No one reads anymore
In the shadows and sunlight
Crawling across the floor
In airport lounges
In motel rooms
In the Starbucks line
Under quarter
could not refuse
We took that load of Whiskey
We went to Little Rock
I left him handcuffed at the airport
Long term parking lot
And I knew
see my bag how I carry her
Walkin' through the airport like I'm in a parade
On my hologram, loggin' on to E-Trade
That's a five-star bitch, that's
in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki?
Brandin'
Suck a cockpit, prepare for landin'
I'm brandin', I ain't
to drop me at the airport
Way I smoked the Blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport
Fifty thousand dollars on superstar attire
K.E. and Young Future
Wonderin' to myself what the fuck I'm there for
Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport
That
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