Airplane

Seventy seven, falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive
Private jet keep the nine on my side
You- you wanna die Nigga you decide

Talk to Yo bitch said she like my moves
Glock four five and that shit really shoot
Told that bitch stop blowing my phone
36 Feet nigga where do I rome?
Talk to Yo bitch now I'm in her room
Talk to yo bitch now she using broom
I'm in the whip nigga that shit go vroom
Stay inside the line
Bitch don't open up the blinds (Hell no, bitch ass hoe yuh)

Seventy seven, falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive
Private jet keep the nine on my side
I got some ice and that shit really shine
Look-look at my crib I know that it's
Nice

I got some ice and that shit really shine
Look-look at my crib I know that it's
Nice
Seventy seven Falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive
Private jet keep the nine on my side
I got some ice and that shit really shine
Look-look at my crib I know that it's
Nice
Seventy seven Falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive

Clu- Clutch on the nine nigga you ain't goin slide
Try-trynna run up bro you really goin die

Seventy seven Falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive

(They goin fwtis1will)

Seventy seven Falling from heaven
Seventy five let the lil Nigga drive

What? Let the lil nigga drive
Gang yuh, yuh,yuh
Hold on what?



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Writer(s): Dereen Meady
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