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don toliver & sped up nightcore - private landing (sped up) lyrics

[chorus: don toliver]
i’m feelin’ stuck (feelin’ stuck)
i’m off a bean (yeah), like, what the f+ck? (what the f+ck?)
i’m in the tree (tree), she holler up (holler up)
what you need? (what you need?) got it up (ooh+ooh)

[verse 1: don toliver]
i don’t know why these hoes can’t stand me
i guess i’m too demanding
wanna hit the double coke, the candy (candy)
i’m so high, no landing (landing)
keepin’ that glock, grip steady (steady)
rockin’ this sh+t, confetti (confetti)
they all let it go on the telly (telly)
they all wanna rub my belly
i got my dawgs out, i’m poppin’ at the ritz (at the—)
i got ’em comin’ in, sh+t look like a blitz (look like a—)
she wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (check my—)
i pull up, the maybach jumpin’, shorty bеtter check my hits
i don’t know why thesе hoes can’t stand me
i guess i’m too demanding
private landing, i guess i keep my candy
she a super soaker when the beaches sandy
i got her in the o, call, better call me randy
[verse 2: future & don toliver]
diamonds and margiela, ap canary yellow
yeah, she deserve a patek, ’cause she one of the members (for sure)
when it come, it’s adorable, money not a problem (hmm)
turned me to a k!ller, i just smashed a model (yeah)
tiffany come blue, her p+ssy good and pink (pink)
chicago in the wintertime, i’m orderin’ minks (the mink)
sellin’ out arenas, i just murked the streets (the streets)
coppin’ a brand new castle in the middle east (woo, yeah)
my b+tch sit indian style when we sit down and eat (woo)
i could do this sh+t, one take, but my style ain’t free (woo, pluto)
i don’t take hoes on no date, ‘less they got pretty feet (i swear)
quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head (ah, yeah)
she mop it down the best, i can’t feel my leg (my leg, i swear)
i done sniped off your ho’ for a crumb of bread (ho)
got racks goin’ out the roof, they bustin’ through the ceilin’ (racks)
my new b+tch, she the truth, show me a couple million (freebandz)

[chorus: don toliver]
all on your body, like i’m—
i’m feelin’ stuck (feelin’ stuck)
i’m off a bean (yeah), like, what the f+ck? (what the f+ck?)
i’m in the tree (tree), she holler up (holler up)
what you need? (what you need?) got it up (ooh+ooh, yeah)

[bridge: justin bieber & don toliver]
mm, keep goin’, mm (oh+yeah)
keep goin’, keep goin’ (mm+hmm)
keep goin’, keep goin’
mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
mm, go, go
mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
mm, go
i guess i’m spinnin’, double cup, i’m leanin’
(so good, so good, taste it, talk to me)
guess i’m spinnin’, double cup, i’m leanin’
need you to lean in (yeah)
[verse 3: justin bieber & don toliver]
she wanna come this way, uh (come on)
heat it up, microwave (heat it up)
heat it up, mic—, what, what?
she wanna ride my wave
she wanna come this way (she wanna—)
she wanna—, uh (she wanna—), she wanna—
she wanna—, notice how you’re feelin’ tonight (ah, yeah+yeah, so tight, baby, sure, tonight)
oh, it’s how you’re feelin’ tonight
i guess i’m too demanding, i guess i’ll keep my candy
(i tried to tell you, but you know the demons guiding)
just touched down in miami (in miami)
i guess i’ll keep my candy, i guess i’m too demanding
she wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
heat it up, microwave, come on, i’ll share my plate (come on)
she wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
heat it up, microwave, come here, and share my plate

- don toliver sped up nightcore lyrics

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