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This one goes out to all sides worldwide let that play ass nigga thumpy be your guide as we go on a ride where playa hatin killers and hood niggas thrive and lame mah fuckers can barely survive catch me rolling through the riding with the top off man I would so big when you in it in it mess around and get lost lost tell my go to let her hair down what that stuff cost tell me baby if you bout that life right now I hope it aint talk no (Pre –) I can put you in the Mile High Club, wassup? Let's take a trip Have you ever read 'The World Is Yours' On a blimp? tell her be free baby spread your wings got your legs in the sky like a plane let me guide that im the pilot cant nobody see you 30 thousand feet on your knees in them pradas making freaky shit come up out her Get high baby roll one, cloud nine bout to go up Loving the feeling of the turbulence girl when we turn up When we land we can roll out Show ya something you ain't know about Tonight we be taking off flight wit a camera to show out i got you in the air your body in the air how it feel up there you can scream as loud as you want as loud as u can aint no body gonna hear would you like it better if i hit it in the west coast? tell me if your bout that life right now hope it aint talk (Repeat Pre) i can put you in a mile high club whatsup lets take a trip have you ever read the world is yours ona blimp (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 (Repeat) get high baby roll one cloud nine bout to go up lovin the feelin the turbulence get when we turn up when we land we can roll out show you something you aint know about tonight we be takin off flight with a camera to show out (3 – J. Cole) Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen You need a nigga that's gon come over and dig ya out You need a nigga that you know is not gon run his mouth You need a nigga when he done probably gon put ya out You need a nigga that's gon put it in yo mouth Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo mouth And you ain't baby sitting, but my kids all on yo couch And oh, you nasty, oh oh, you nasty Both graduated, so fuck keeping 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 for head So gotdamn don't make me beg But I will if I need to cause forreal, girl, I need ya I could put ya on a flight, we could take off tonight If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you (Repeat Pre) i can put you in a mile high club whatsup lets take a trip have you ever read the world is yours on a blimp
Writer(s): Eugene Von Heitlinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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