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Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Genres: Hip-Hop

Landing Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Yuh, jets nigga now where haven't we been yet? 

Bitches, I taylor gang that 

How fly 

The backseat is for newborns 

Homie, I'm grown 

I'll hop in front 

And drive this bitch on my own 

Out the driveway 

Windows half raised 

Bumpin' ma$e or some sade' 

Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors 

Like them houston players 

Got the two door caprice 

Black and red, like a Sega Genesis 

Password first pimpin' 

Or you can't get into this hangar 

Access denied, you can't fly 

You a lame spiderman 

Tangled in a web of lies 

Global travel, red eyes 

Plan plots, strategize 

Doube xl, now I'm after 

The source and the vibe 

Only magazines yet to recognize 

In 2009 

Nigga worth it, he deserve it 

He ain't perfect, but he workin' 

On that second album 

Dropped the first one 

Digital dollars, afford flights 

Where the massages will be provided 

By my down ass exotic dancing italian goddess 

The planes got it 

That's why she's ridin' with the pilot 

Find spitta smoked out in the same crowd 

Where waldo was spotted 

Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets 

Niggas on a quest like johnny and hodgy 

(jet set, now where haven't we been yet?) 

The mix tape is officially done 

This is it, right here 

I'm back better than ever 

just weed crushers 

Rollers, and one and a half wide papers 

Catch me and spitta smokin' up 

You got trees, nigga? light it 

I heard this is a weed friendly environment 

Seen 'em at my shows 

Front row, gettin' excited 

They all smoke and memorize my lines 

Say I'm the tightest 

Know bitches who rep the gang 

Hard as niggas who do the same 

And don't support the bullshit 

They only do the planes 

In every city we smokin' like a train 

They heard I'm swingin' past 

Now them bitches gettin' gas, octaaane 

Not a name to compare 'em to 

I can skydive, no parachute 

With just a dope pair of shoes 

Zig zags and hella tattoos 

Put you in a mindstate 

That this is my movie 

The bomb weed make it critical 

Sit with the vampire in his interview 

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