Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Airplane, artist - Fly Union. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Airplane |
| Shoutout to Fam-Lay |
| Ugh |
| When you think of boss niggas think of me |
| Cause if there’s a stressin ain’t no question at his side (spitta) |
| Altough I conceal my identity |
| Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes |
| They know that nigga stuntin |
| He be gettin money |
| They know that nigga ballin |
| The hoes he all fuckin |
| They know that nigga famous |
| They know that nigga blingin |
| And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous (fly society) |
| Ughhhh |
| Nigga skip all the bull shit |
| Red and black jordan number 1's, I’m on my bulls shit |
| Hustle like grocery carts, you push it |
| Nigga spend good money on it if it’s good shit |
| I’m on the set with young roddy on this hood shit |
| Chillin like a villain, hope the popo don’t ruin it |
| Chicks dig what I spit, tell me to keep doin it |
| Chicks whipped by the dick, want me to keep doin it |
| Can’t get what I get, I cop kicks numerous |
| Limited editions, spitta shop for exclusiveness |
| Fuck fuckin with fuck boys and they fuckin foolishness |
| Got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty bitch |
| Cause ya can’t maneuver the mat without losin it |
| Jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya shit |
| I might see two, but they don’t reach in my cooler slick |
| Try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip |
| Yeaah! |
| When you think of boss niggas think of me |
| Cause if there’s a stressin ain’t no question at his side (spitta) |
| Altough I conceal my identity |
| Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes |
| They know that nigga stuntin |
| He be gettin money |
| They know that nigga ballin |
| The hoes he off fuckin |
| They know that nigga famous |
| They know that nigga blingin |
| And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous |
| Ughhhh |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| Spitter, spitta |
| The band on my watch is ceramic |
| Bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the titanic |
| People talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic |
| Rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic |
| Hope ya didn’t blow ya advance, you better manage |
| The few cents you got left, cause that’s ya last chips |
| Hot spitta no longer next, I am the present |
| Ya girl ask santa for me, cause I’m her present |
| Telescope on the balcony, watching the planets |
| Telephone ringin, I’m too high to answer it |
| Tell my homie bring me a pack of them ziz zags' |
| Gonna be a high time like the fuckin magazine |
| If ya song wack, I’ll heal the cut, I’m bandaged |
| Cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished |
| Like the joint I’m smokin right now, after the last hit |
| I’m toasted like a quiznos sandwich |
| Spitta |
| When you think of boss niggas think of me |
| Cause if there’s a stressin ain’t no question at his side (spitta) |
| Altough I conceal my identity |
| Beneath the Louie V. scarf, niggas only see my eyes |
| They know that nigga stuntin |
| He be gettin money |
| They know that nigga ballin |
| The hoes he off fuckin |
| They know that nigga famous |
| They know that nigga blingin |
| And they know the niggas I be with is too dangerous |
| Ughhhh |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |
| There go that airplane… schooosh… |