Caligula - Fighter Jet lyrics
rate mefeat. Wiz Khalifa
Danger on the beat, nigga, hit ‘em with that shit, yeah
Walked out the bank looking hella swag
Bitches love my taste so I tell ‘em baby, thanks
Says she wanna fuck now I’m digging in the cake
Tell me she love to suck my dick, let me bust it in her face
Hold up, can’t control the kick
Outfit so fresh I see you noticed it
Walk like an ox on some soldier shit
Let’s get some eye on the spot, nigga roll that shit
Gets me higher than a fighter F-14
Some shit from California where the color for it is green
Matter fact with some G-13
Nigga stuck with some shit called Purple Charlie Sheen
Yeah, they love my shit
‘Cause I’m swanked out, yeah, …
Jaws drop from the cars he whip
Hip porter 45 guess they starting shit, bitch
Make it clap, girl, what you talking about
Pop that ass, girl, what you talking about
Club going wild, everybody showing off
Fly niggas on the VIP, dog, P pouring out
Now we going nannas, up and diamonds of Atlanta
Smacking strippers on the booty like we got no manners
Super fly, face all up in the cameras
Nose in the wrath, nigga, understand us
Money pilling up our way, we ain’t count it yet
We the shit, bitch, you ain’t even got it yet
Getting bang, lil’ swag, watch you got it
Get your girl on my dick ‘cause I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Them swish that I hit get me higher than a fighter jet
Rolling the paper ‘cause I got paper
And all of this money I put in labor
Top floor, I don’t know if I got no neighbors
Give a fuck about the cost, give a fuck about a hater
So many cars I built another garage
So many pounds, come fuck with me, blowing down
I’m smoking good whenever I’m in your town
Your bitch looking for Taylor she giving cap and gown
Hold up, I ain’t in there if I can’t roll up
Pants skinny but the pockets on the bitch swell up
Ride old school wish my doors don’t go up
If it don’t cost 60 then I don’t show up
Lil’ nigga grow up, grab some K and pull up
I got niggas here, haters bout to grow up
Niggas mad ‘cause they last, they need progression
Roll a joint mixed with hash, that’s lethal weapon
And I’m with all my niggas
And we all getting money
Bitch, I’m smiling ‘cause I’m wired up
Nigga it ain’t shit funny
Smoking and rapping, thugging and trapping
Every nigga that I came with is on drugs
Every nigga that I came with is bossed up
Money pilling up our way, we ain’t count it yet
We the shit, bitch, you ain’t even got it yet
Getting bang, lil’ swag, watch you got it
Get your girl on my dick ‘cause I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Them swish that I hit get me higher than a fighter jet
Money piling up our way, we ain’t count it yet
We the shit, bitch, you ain’t even got it yet
Getting bang, lil’ swag, watch you got it
Get your girl on my dick ‘cause I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, I’m flyer than a fighter jet
Fly, flyer than a fighter jet
Them swish that I hit get me higher than a fighter jet
Make it clap, girl, what you talking about
Pop that ass, girl, what you talking about
Club going wild, everybody showing off
Fly niggas on the VIP, dog, P pouring out
Make it clap, girl, what you talking about
Pop that ass, girl, what you talking about
Club going wild, everybody showing off
Fly niggas on the VIP, dog, P pouring out
NARS, NARS
NARS, NARS
Fly
