Lyrics

Aviation on the plane I'm about to take off Turning up till I can't think I pray I never wake up Got these tats I don't wear rings I swear my life is made up Bout to fly back to the Mrs Imma beat that pussy up Why would I take my time My passion still makes me blind You know I pray for mine Anxiety left my mind Nigga they pay the price Living a dangerous life You know the game is mine I had to change my life These niggas flexing Brands all on my body I can't mention If You want that shit then send check in Send me in those garments and I test them They ask me where I'm from and who I'm repping I do this for myself and make the best shit Only rare shit that I mess with Gucci, Louis, Prada that's that dead shit Junya I look best in Don't start uh I really want uh The fuckin top uh I never want tuh Miss a spot Leave the dark Let em Walking off uh Don't start uh I really want uh The fuckin top uh I never want tuh Miss a spot Leave the dark Let em Walking off uh Yeah I bossed up Bills up I got my bills up They wanna know how I do that I'll stuff I let them run round I get my fist up I never stunt now I'm way too real uh Aviation on the plane imma take off I'm in my ways and they in awe uh I'm counting faces, Wait up awh Still that rage kid I'm a star uh Don't start uh I really want uh The fuckin top uh I never want To miss a spot Leave the dark Let em walking off uh Don't start uh I really want uh The fuckin top uh I never want To miss a spot Leave the dark Let em Walking off uh Yeah I bossed up Aviation on the plane I'm about to take off Turning up till I can't think I pray I never wake up Got these tats I don't wears rings I swear my life is made up Bout to fly back to the Mrs Imma beat that pussy up Why would I take my time My passion still makes me blind You know I pray for mine Anxiety left my mind Nigga they pay the price Living a dangerous life You know the game is mine I had to change my life These niggas flexing Brands all on my body I can't mention If You want that shit then send check in Send me in those garments and I test them They ask me where I'm from and who I'm repping I do this for myself and make the best shit Only rare shit that I mess with Gucci, Louis, Prada that's that dead shit Junya I look best in
Writer(s): Marius Listhrop, Gregory Renard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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