| This one goes out to all sides worldwide
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| Let that playa-ass nigga Thumpy be your guide
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| As we go on a ride
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| Where playa-hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive
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| And lame muh’fuckers can barely survive
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| Catch me rollin' through the city
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| Ridin' with the top off
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| Man, my whip so big, when you in it
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| Fuck around and get lost
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| Told my bitch to let her hair down
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| What this shit cost?
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| Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life right now
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| Hope it ain’t talk, no
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| I could put you in the Mile High Club
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| What’s up? |
| Let’s take a trip
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| Have you ever read «The World Is Yours»
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| On a blimp?
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| Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings
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| Got your legs in the sky like a plane
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| Let me guide that, I’m the pilot
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| Can’t nobody see you, 30,000 feet
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| On your knees in them Pradas
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| Makin' freaky shit come up out her
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| Get high, baby, roll one
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| Cloud nine 'bout to go up
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| Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
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| When we land, we can roll out
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| Show you somethin' you ain’t know 'bout
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| Tonight, we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out
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| I got you in the air, your body in the air
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| How it feel up here?
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| You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can
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| And ain’t nobody gonna hear
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| Would you like it better
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| If I hit the West Coast?
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| Tell me baby if you 'bout that life right now
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| I hope it ain’t talk
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| I could put you in the Mile High Club
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| What’s up? |
| Let’s take a trip
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| Have you ever read «The World Is Yours»
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| On a blimp?
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| Tell her be free, baby, spread your wings
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| Got your legs in the sky like a plane
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| Let me guide that, I’m the pilot
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| Can’t nobody see you, 30,000 feet
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| On your knees in them Pradas
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| Makin' freaky shit come up out her
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| Get high baby, roll one
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| Cloud nine 'bout to go up
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| Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
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| When we land we can roll out
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| Show you somethin' you ain’t know 'bout (Cole World)
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| Tonight, we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out
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| I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
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| You need a nigga that’s gon' come over and dig you out
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| You need a nigga that you know is not gon' run his mouth
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| You need a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out
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| You need a nigga that’s gon' put it in your mouth
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| Dick so big, it’s like a foot is in yo mouth
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| And you ain’t babysittin' but my kids all on your couch
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| And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
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| Both graduated, so fuck keepin' it classy
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| Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
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| They love me in the Chi like Oprah
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| No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
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| Compared to Cole, boy, you’re softer than a sofa
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| And so far, my new shit’s so fire, nigga, check my profile
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| Who you know make waves in the low tide?
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| Deebo’d yo bitch, now she both ours
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| Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver
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| Pretty brown thing in my bed
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| Been a long time since I had to ask for head
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| So goddamn, don’t make me beg
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| But I will if I need to, 'cause for real, girl, I need you
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| I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
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| If you scared of heights, shit, I got a pill I could feed you
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| Cole!
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| I could put you in the Mile High Club
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| What’s up? |
| Let’s take a trip
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| Have you ever read «The World Is Yours»
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| On a blimp? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Planez, artist - Jeremih. Album song Late Nights: The Album, in the genre R&B