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caligula - fighter jet lyrics

verse 1 caligula:
danger on the beat n-gga hit ’em with that sh-t yeah
walked out the bank
lookin h-lla swag
b-tches love the taste so i told ’em, “baby thanks.”
say she wanna f-ck now im diggin in the cakes
i mean she love to suck my d-ck
let me bust it in her face
hold up, can’t control the kid
outfit so fresh i see you noticed it
built like an ox on some soldier sh-t
lets get some pot on the spot n-gga roll the sh-t
gets me higher than a fighter
f-14 some sh-t from california with the color forest green
matter of fact thats some g-13
n-ggas stuck with some sh-t its called purple charlie seen
b-tch, they love my sh-t
’cause im swagged out b-tch
nars revenge
jaws drop from the cars we whip
hip porter 45 case they started sh-t b-tch
make it clap girl what you talkin about?
pop that -ss girl what you talkin bout
club goin wild everybody showin out
fly n-ggas in the vip, don p is pourin out
now we go bananas
up in diamonds of atlantis
smackin’ strippers on the booty like we got no manners
super fly face all up in the camera
nars on the roster n-gga understand her

hook:
money pilin’ up, but even ain’t even even count it yet
we the sh-t b-tch, u ain’t even got it yet
gettin bank lil swag but u gotta get your girl off my d-ck
cause im flyer than a fighter jet
fly, im flyer than a fighter jet
fly, im flyer than a fighter jet
fly, im flyer than a fighter jet
them switch that i hit keep me higher than a fighter jet

verse 2 wiz khalifa:
uhh rollin up paper cause i got paper
gettin all of this money yall put in labor
top floor i dont know if i got no neighbors
give a f-ck about a cost, give a f-ck about a hater
so many cars i built another garage
so many pounds come f-ck with me rollin down
im smokin good whenever im in your town
your b-tch is lookin for taylor, she gettin them cap and gowns
hold up, i ain’t in there if i can roll up
pants skinny but the pockets on them b-tches swolled up
ridin old school, wish my doors dont go up
if it ain’t about 6 digits then i dont show up
lil n-gga grow up
just grab some gin and poor up
i got n-ggas sick
haters bout to throw up
n-ggas mad cause they last name, it need progression
roll a joint mixed with hash
thats a lethal weapon
and i with all my n-ggas
and we all gettin money
b-tch im smilin’ cause im highed up
n-gga ain’t sh-t funny?
smokin and rappin
thuggin and trappin
every n-gga that i came with is on drugs
every n-gga that i came with is bossed up
hahahaha

(hook)

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