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automatick47 - landing lyrics

[verse 1: currensy]
money in the floor, weed in a bowl
on the couch, life like ox
big tv, n-gga, big -ss remote
motion sensors all over my house
for investigative -ss hoes
that’s waiting for me to p-ss out
so they can tiptoe all over my home
woah, pump your brakes, slow your roll
i got cake, bread in loaves
state to state, hit that road
hit that bank when i get home
hit that lot tomorrow morn’
i think they got the one i want
top i drop like my ex ho
top get dropped like i let it go
fool i close ferrari doors
my driveway is a horse show
smoke my weed, eat my breakfast
my b-tch read our horoscopes
out loud

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
talk about what’s gon’ get done to a n-gga, until i run in to n-ggas
might dress kinda funny to n-ggas, i got more money than n-ggas
these n-ggas lackin positive influence so i’m son’ing these n-ggas
you n-ggas more calogero i’m more sunny than n-ggas
that’s why i got a couple of cribs and everyone one of ’em owned
shoulda have my ferrari but now i had to give my mother a home
just bought a few pounds the other day and everyone one of ’em gone
just counting my chains, tomorrow i’mma put everyone one of ’em on
you n-ggas must be trippin’ yeah that’s a benz, n-gga what’s the addition
(n-ggas jealous cause they see me gettin’ money)
see me and spitta in this b-tch, they like yeah n-ggas must be twistin’
(so much swag and you n-ggas looking bummy)
and we been giving swag but on the real that wasn’t the intention
(so much swag make a n-gga wish he was me)
it’s kinda funny cause a n-gga thought i was being different
(i’m getting high laughing at you n-ggas cause it’s funny)

[verse 3:ak-47]
aye…aye…ak-47
when i p-ss by please b-tch dive in
rolling on my green purple sp-ceship
speakers so loud got the whole city vibing
haters all around me you got too ok so what
you looking much better when you drop that top
let me hit you good in a nice spot
hey baby are down or not
how you like it slow fast ratatat
yea i still be on the trap
you friends sh-t stains mine flip flop
hey baby trust me ain’t n0body flier than me
currensy wiz khalif let the beat drop
yea we landing come on in with yo friend [x3]

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