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wdng crshrs - airplane mode lyrics

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[intro: quentin miller]
trying some fucking shit
yeah, yeah
1317
2k god, yeah, 2k legend
that is quentin miller, oh, uh

[hook: quentin miller]
in the kitchen heating up the stove
moonroof in the ceiling, what it cost?
stewardess telling me we taking off
airplane mode all up in my phone
would you please leave me the fuck alone

[verse 1: coolismac]
yeah, yeah, yeah
she gon’ give me that number let me bone
and i ain’t finna take her to my home
we can hit the hotel, i’m living very swell
in the building baby, can’t you tell?
pinky ring on, i am for sale
you can bite this game, you can bite this game
you gon’ fuck with my niggas, we gon’ run that train
all nike on me, all nike everythang
got d-mn, a nigga living very swell
your nigga living very lame
yeah, ok
pulled up in the building, how we living
baby girl we tryna stack that money to the ceiling
born rich, 1317, new nike
got them brand new jordans and i wore them in the rain
that’s your b-tch on me and she swaggin’, ok
got your b-tch on that carpet, take her shoes off like aladdin
ok, flex up with me
nike fuel band and it cost 150

[hook: quentin miller]
in the kitchen heating up the stove
moonroof in the ceiling, what it cost?
stewardess telling me we taking off
airplane mode all up in my phone
would you please leave me the fuck alone

[verse 2: quentin miller]
same me, new conversation
haters wanna jfk me, shit is crazy
i ain’t get your text, i was in the hazy
pcs no signal, but i feel amazing
california, i was pching
i’m from the a like martin luther baby
you think you know what living is, but you clueless baby
i push my infinity like a new mercedes
till i cop the new mercedes
checked up everytime you see me
new b-tch bad as fuck and she tryna meet up
and she make a mean margarita
blue raze with the special features
new friends, i don’t even need em’
i’m doing things you can’t even dream of
she remind me on my 97′
preowned but i had to get it
quentin blane making magic in this
motherfucker want a verse, i gotta tax bring your papers with ya
they like, “oh”

[hook: quentin miller]
in the kitchen heating up the stove
moonroof in the ceiling, what it cost?
stewardess telling me we taking off
airplane mode all up in my phone
would you please leave me the fuck alone



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