Curren$y - Airplane lyrics

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Curren$y - Airplane lyrics

[Talking:] Shoutout to Fam-Lay Ugh [Hook:] When you think of boss n***as 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, n***as only see my eyes They know that n***a stuntin He be gettin money They know that n***a ballin The hoes he all f**in They know that n***a famous They know that n***a blingin And they know the n***as I be with is too dangerous (fly society) Ughhhh [Verse 1:] n***a skip all the bull sh** Red and black jordan number 1's, I'm on my bulls sh** Hustle like grocery carts, you push it n***a spend good money on it if it's good sh** I'm on the set with young roddy on this hood sh** 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 f** f**in with f** boys and they f**in foolishness Got ya homies watchin ya back like a big booty b**h Cause ya can't maneuver the mat without losin it Jack boys screamin on ya, makin ya move ya sh** I might see two, but they don't reach in my cooler slick Try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip Yeaah! [Hook:] When you think of boss n***as 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, n***as only see my eyes They know that n***a stuntin He be gettin money They know that n***a ballin The hoes he off f**in They know that n***a famous They know that n***a blingin And they know the n***as 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 [Verse 2:] 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 f**in 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 [Hook:] When you think of boss n***as 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, n***as only see my eyes They know that n***a stuntin He be gettin money They know that n***a ballin The hoes he off f**in They know that n***a famous They know that n***a blingin And they know the n***as 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...

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