Mile High Club
Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking
As you can see I have turned off the safety seatbelt sign
Welcome to the Mile High Club
Mile High Club woah
Check check check chica check
Yeah yeah yeah
High and low here we go you already know
747 mile high club woah
Parties pretty bumpin' everybody been jumpin'
You must be a drug cause I feel like I'm on something
Call me crossed but I'm really just stretched out
Smokin drinking blowing clouds in the clouds
25C that's your seat on my lap
Come on over here I wanna see ya shake that
Faster than the speed of sound
We up up in the clouds
Ain't no pulling me down down
Lights up in the sky
Yeah low low yeah we fly
While we get so high high
Ladies and gentlemen the flight attendants will be handing out free champagne
Courtesy of the Mile High Club
Yo, check it dance in the backroom
Throwing stacks throwing stacks she could come too
Whatcha doin whatcha doin' whatcha doing boo
Sumin sumin' sumin' nasty woohoo
Feelin fly in sky getting high high high
Like the backstreet boys saying bye bye bye
Got a big booty baddie getting low low low
In that 747 Mile High Club woah
Faster than the speed of sound
We up up in the clouds
Ain't no pulling me down down
Lights up in the sky
Yeah Low low yeah we fly
While we get so high high
As you can see I have turned off the safety seatbelt sign
Welcome to the Mile High Club
Mile High Club woah
Check check check chica check
Yeah yeah yeah
High and low here we go you already know
747 mile high club woah
Parties pretty bumpin' everybody been jumpin'
You must be a drug cause I feel like I'm on something
Call me crossed but I'm really just stretched out
Smokin drinking blowing clouds in the clouds
25C that's your seat on my lap
Come on over here I wanna see ya shake that
Faster than the speed of sound
We up up in the clouds
Ain't no pulling me down down
Lights up in the sky
Yeah low low yeah we fly
While we get so high high
Ladies and gentlemen the flight attendants will be handing out free champagne
Courtesy of the Mile High Club
Yo, check it dance in the backroom
Throwing stacks throwing stacks she could come too
Whatcha doin whatcha doin' whatcha doing boo
Sumin sumin' sumin' nasty woohoo
Feelin fly in sky getting high high high
Like the backstreet boys saying bye bye bye
Got a big booty baddie getting low low low
In that 747 Mile High Club woah
Faster than the speed of sound
We up up in the clouds
Ain't no pulling me down down
Lights up in the sky
Yeah Low low yeah we fly
While we get so high high
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Richmond
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