Airplane lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Talking:]
Shoutout to Fam-Lay
Ugh

[Hook:]
When you think of boss n*ggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Although I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louis V scarf, n*ggas only see my eyes
They know that n*gga stuntin’, he be gettin money
They know that n*gga ballin, the hoes he all f*ckin’
They know that n*gga famous, they know that n*gga blingin
And they know the n*ggas I be with is too dangerous (Fly Society)
Ughhhh

[Verse 1:]
n*gga skip all the bull sh*t
Red and black jordan number 1's, I'm on my Bulls sh*t
Hustle like grocery carts, you push it
n*gga spend good money on it if it's good sh*t
I'm on the set with Young Roddy on this hood sh*t
Chillin like a villain, hope the popo don't ruin it
Chicks dig what I spit, tell me to keep doin’ it
Chicks whipped by the di*k, want me to keep doin’ it
Can't get what I get, I cop kicks, numerous
Limited editions, Spitta shop for exclusiveness
f*ck f*ckin’ with f*ck-boys and they f*ckin’ foolishness
Got ya homies watchin’ ya back like a big-booty b*tch
Cause ya can't maneuver the map without losin’ sh*t
Jack boys screamin’ on ya, makin’ ya move ya sh*t
I might see two, but they don't reach in my cooler, slick
Try to catch a cold, ya catch an uzi clip
Yeaah!
[Hook]
When you think of boss, n*ggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (Spitta)
Although I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louis V scarf, n*ggas only see my eyes
They know that n*gga stuntin, he be gettin money
They know that n*gga ballin’, the hoes he off f*ckin
They know that n*gga famous, they know that n*gga blingin
And they know the n*ggas I be with is too dangerous, ughhhh

There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
Spitter, spitta

[Verse 2:]
The band on my watch is ceramic
Bezzle got the same rocks that dropped the Titanic
People talk about him, word of mouth is gigantic
Rappers gettin worried, they just startin to panic
Hope ya didn't blow ya advance, you better manage
The few cents you got left, cause that's ya last chips
Hot spitta no longer next, I am the present
Ya girl ask Santa for me, cause I'm her present
Telescope on the balcony, watching the planets
Telephone ringin, I'm too high to answer it
Tell my homie bring me a pack of them zig-zags'
Gonna be a high time, like the f*ckin magazine
If ya song wack, I'll heal the cut, I'm bandaged
Cluckers say one time, and the dope boys vanished
Like the joint I'm smokin right now, after the last hit
I'm toasted like a Quiznos sandwich, Spitta
[Hook:]
When you think of boss n*ggas think of me
Cause if there's a stressin ain't no question at his side (spitta)
Altough I conceal my identity
Beneath the Louie V. scarf, n*ggas only see my eyes
They know that n*gga stuntin’, he be gettin money
They know that n*gga ballin’, the hoes he off f*ckin
They know that n*gga famous, they know that n*gga blingin’
And they know the n*ggas I be with is too dangerous, ughhhh

There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
There go that airplane... schooosh...
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