Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flight Mode , by - DJ PhRelease date: 10.08.2017
Song language: English
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 |
| Hook |
| 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 |
| Hook |
| 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 |
| Hook |