August Alsina - Planes (Remix) lyrics
rate me(Verse: August Alsina)
Touch touchdown on the runway
I wait on no Sunday
Step all day to the haters
Got 'em sayin' I'mma be rich one day
But right now is that time we be winning
lemme pause, go back to beginning
Seen a chick so bad with an ass so fat
For the flame took all for Alsina
Got 'er winnin', bout that club she remember
Pinktail her name, she'll remember
But she took it to the hay like a winner
Got 'er in flame mirror she was standin'
That on the place she was pickin' out
Actin' a nigga to dig her out
Now they ain't lettin' her back on the plane
Cuz the way she was yellin' and showin' out
All in first class wit the champagne
Sorry lame niggas but you can't hang
Shawty say she fucking wit the campaign
Tap me on the shoulder for the bang-bang
Bang bang bang in my damn thang
She luv the way I beat it up
Say she want it all but then I try she say I'm out
Wanna know how I do it? Girl, I dodge that shit
And my, we fuck the room cuz we about that shit
I just wanna hit the spot, I be wit luv and shit
If you coning we can kick it if you not dismissed
(Pre-Chorus)
I can put you in the Mile High Club, wassup?
Let's take a trip
Have you eva read 'The World Is Yours'
On a blimp?
(Chorus)
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine 'bout to go up
Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence girl when we turn up
When we land we can roll out
Show ya somethin' you ain't know about
Tonight we be takin' off flight wit a camera to show out
(Verse 2: Jeremih)
Catch me rolling thru' the city
Riding wit the top off
Man my whip so big when you in it
Fuck around and get lost
Told my bitch let her hair down
What this shit cost
Tell me baby if ya about that life right now
Hope it ain't talk
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(Bridge)
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
Can't nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
On your knees in them Prada's
Make the freaky shit come up out her
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: J. Cole)
Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
Ya need a nigga that's gon' come ova n dig ya out
Ya need a nigga that ya know is not gon' run his mouth
Ya need a nigga when he done probably gon' put ya out
Ya need a nigga that's gon' put it in yo mouth
Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo' mouth
And y'ain't baby sittin', but my kids all on yo' couch
And oh, ya nasty, oh, oh, ya nasty
Both graduated so fuck keepin' it classy
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
They love me in the Chi like Oprah
No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
Compared to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa
And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, check my profile
Who ya know make waves in the low tide?
Deebo'ed your bitch, now she both ours
Nigga, lil brown liquor in my liver
Pretty brown thang in my bed
Been a long time since I had to ask fo' head
So god damn don't make me beg
But I will if I need to cuz fo' real, girl, I need ya
I could put ya on a flight, we could take off tonight
If ya scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed ya
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