kenny muney – airplane mode lyrics
it’s crazy how me doing good turn to a bad habbit
i’m on a flight to see a man about some plans to take a chance and don’t n0body understand so now they mad at me
i ain’t got time to make the world happy
or make my girl happy
she throwin’ fits and makin’ faces and flippin curls at me
i’m turnin’ s-xy b-tches down, i don’t deserve that sh-t
your body curvy, but i’m still gon’ have to curve that sh-t
i heard my partner talkin’ down, i hate i heard that sh-t
he sent me yellow vay, he been contemplate
lookin’ at this sh-t the wrong way
i’m tryin’ get outside the hood but i can’t be a compet-tion
dawg you racin’ with your own fate
i’m tryna tell you what i learn, but you ain’t tryna listen
you gon’ listen to them n-ggas who ain’t got they own cake
i really wanna be like, “f-ck it, go your own way”
but if something happen to you, i’m gon’ feel the wrong way
i got a lot above my shoulders
it’s more than my head, it’s more than my eyes, it’s more than my mind
[?] they ask me am i fine
then she walk me down the isle and let me get between them thighs
then the pilot hit the speakers and said “let’s turn b-tch on this ride”
feel good when i leave the house
tired of hearin’ everybody mouth
momma thinkin’ i’m trippin out
my engineer doing his own thang
clay gone, i ‘ont want no route
throw a bag, i ‘ont want no trout
b-tch loud, i ‘ont want no mouth
her p-ssy good but i ‘ont wanna eat it out
hey, if you ever doubting me you better put your b-tch up
these n-ggas talk, but when they see me n-ggas get they hiccups
the homie caught too many bodies, he be doin’ it for a hobby
hadda stop him in the lobby, told him “put the stick up”
i need some time to myself, so i could clear some sh-t up
and everytime my fans tweet me, that sh-t made me get up
i went from [?] to a novel, hadda switch some sh-t up
and now these labels on my line, they tryna put that bid up
got 50,000, all twenties
and my gucci carry on
[?] tryna stop me cause they kush is my cologne
i don’t tell em when i’m leavin, i don’t tell them when i’m home
and when i’m on the airplane, can n0body text my phone
these b-tches textin’ me, wan’ get the best of me
n0body dressin’ me, i made my recipe
you got to stress for me, to flex on me
or we can’t split the treasury
you [?] if you dealt with me, i gave you nothin’ less than me
they probably think i’m going crazy cause i’m talkin’ to myself
but my words cost a bag, so i ain’t talkin’ for my health
but my thoughts been going left, reason parker faked his death
put my drip inside my luggage, left my feelings on the shelf
i leave it, don’t want it
these b-tches, they phony
ain’t good, for nothin’
but in it, like conas
i put that b-tch up in the corner, don’t feel her persona
and if i feel that’s something real, no way that i condone it
my partner sent up in the pin, i know he hate bologna
but i got n-ggas in the street, i know i try to help and meet
them n-ggas d’rather bother me, than hussle on the corner
i gotta see you want it, for me to [?]
you try to step inside my shoes, b-tch you can’t tie these hoes up
n0body ever held me down, but i’m still tryna hold up
these n-ggas wanna see me die wish they could shoot my show up
i’m knockin’ n-ggas b-tches down [?] i line them hoes up
you tryna keep it to yourself, you tryna drive the hoe up
but ima f-ck her anyway, most ima do is sign the hoe up
most likely ima give her back these hoes don’t talk about much
cause i don’t usually wanna talk if you ain’t talkin ‘bout bucks
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