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wiz khalifa & curren$y – surface to air lyrics

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[intro]
[jets n-gga now where haven’t we
they look up to jets n-gga now where haven’t we
f-ck boys wondering if the b-tch next]
ask yourself
how fly
the planes and the taylor gang

[verse 1: curren$y]
haters stand clear of em
y’all stand cheer for em
shook away from lames and over came let’s hear it for em
zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em
outta nowhere air hare jordans
kicked up sitting behind a mahogany desk
crumbling ‘erb just as big boi and andre would suggest
flow sick need a check up
flow sick that’s how i got my checks up
bad b-tches gold digging lame n-ggas
out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
then slide through the set and f-ck the jets cause she respect us
you think you got a winner but you don’t i bet she let us
pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup, the works
driving in a aquifina truck to the club
cause wiz told me that these b-tches was thirst
crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
it’s amazing how i get so high and stay so down to earth

[refrain]
ain’t nah n-ggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
old sucka–ss n-gga go somewhere and f-ck yourself
cause ain’t n0body f-cking with us
you didn’t put a hundred on it then you can’t hit it
me and my n-gga wiz will smoke an ounce in one sitting
yea it’s the planes and the taylor gang
lame n-ggas putting locks and chains on they b-tches

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
smoke filled rooms
camera lens zooms from a mile away you can smell the fumes
college girls play me in their ipod or zune
even b-tches with bad att-tudes bumping to our tunes
they high maintenance
give em wings let em fly places
introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scr-pers
rolling in lime papers and randy’s
smoking out somewhere where the sand be
plan b k!lling these kids
not michael jackson
i ain’t feeling these kids
and you hating such a shame that’s where your energy is
i’m in a gfizz flying
leave your b-tches with the planes now she sky diving
h-lla vibing
and your hating adds just more steam
more chips now i’m living more rothstein
so for every thing it’s worth
i travel all four corners of the earth putting in work

[refrain]



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