Lyrics Flight Mode - DJ Ph, Da L.E.S, B3nchMarq

Flight Mode

Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos
Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes
Started with the Uzzi now a nigga got the Gucci
The money came in now a nigga be a bully
Bam bam boogie, damn, mami got a booty
The moola ntwana yami got me feeling like Khuli
Hit up my plug if I’m not on duty
Ntwana my life is a movie
Lately my chain ineRuby
First class got a nigga smelling like Luis
I got the coco, hit up my plug and he loco
He out in Illovo, call up my Pablo it’s time for the narcos
You never see me ntwana in a mango
Lately what we talking 'bout is bankroll
Change time zones ngomswenko
A young nigga gotta have a condo
A rollie, my nigga gon come though
Your mami she suck me like Stumbo
New naked game, yeah, tempo
UK tour in the bag yo
I play with the booty like it’s ping pong
D so long, young mami call me King Kong
Have a mini celebration on a plane
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Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos
Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes
A new sneaker, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM
A new watch, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM
Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos
Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes
A new sneaker, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM
A new watch, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM
I think I’m too high to sleep
I do not stop on the beat
You got the plug for me
'Bout two more weeks from release
Got blue suede on my sneakers
Gucci print on my jeans
Don’t you wish you had my genes
Been a playa since thirteen
So far ahead of the game
You ain’t damn near reached two feet
I got me rings, olympic type
I need a pool that’s olympic size
Blue-eyed chick, vintage white
With that ass as big as the olympic file
Got a hunnid more people tryna get inside
'Cause ain’t none of them do it like Bryanston Drive
Take the shots to the ye before you kill my vibe
In the back of the Merceded, mama do or die
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Hella jiggy when I’m on the scene
Hella trippy on the trees
Yeah wa nkitsi, keep a small team
Scruffy money got me looking clean
When we pull up on 'em, niggas flee
Must be the singles, yeah we got the heat
I might just take your mami to Tahiti
Then get another broad overseas
So don’t just slow up on me with your feels
Don’t get me gassed up, Diesel drinks
Don’t want you playa making feta cheese
I’m tryna spend a bottle, palm trees
I’m on the WiFi closing deals
Yeah i be snacking five-star meals
I got all my haters in their feelings
All 'cause I’m stacking money to the ceiling
Versace blue jeans on a jean jacket
Always been a breeze man, I been had it
Shittin on y’all that’s a mean habit
And I got it on screen I’m a mean savage
You can find me in a bando, G palace
Grilled chicken, green salads
Blue pills, green rabbits, get it
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