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      Planes (feat. J. Cole)

      Planes (feat. J. Cole)

      Jeremih

      Album: Singles

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      Jeremih - Planes (feat. J. Cole) Música y Letra

      [Intro]
      This one goes out to all sides world wide
      Let that play ass nigga Thumpy be your guide
      As we go on a ride where playa hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive
      And lame mah'fuckers can barely survive
      
      [Verse 1: Jeremih]
      Catch me rollin' through the city
      Ridin' with the top off
      Man, my whip so big when you in it
      Fuck around and get lost
      Told my bitch to let her hair down
      What this shit costs?
      Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life right now
      I hope it ain't talk, no
      
      [Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
      I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up?
      Let's take a trip
      Have you ever read "The World Is Yours"
      On a blimp?
      
      [Bridge: Jeremih]
      Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
      Got your legs in the sky like a plane
      Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
      Can't nobody see you, 30 thousand feet
      On your knees in them Prada's
      Makin' freaky shit come up out her
      
      [Hook: Jeremih]
      Get high baby roll one, cloud nine 'bout to go up
      Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence girl when we turn up
      When we land we can roll out
      Show you somethin' you ain't know about
      Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out
      
      [Verse 2: Jeremih]
      I got you in the air, your body in the air
      How it feel up here?
      You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can
      And ain't nobody gonna hear
      Would you like it better
      If I hit the west coast?
      Tell me, if you 'bout that life right now
      I hope it ain't talk
      
      [Pre-Hook] + [Bridge] + [Hook]
      
      [Verse 3: J. Cole]
      Cole World, I got it, I got it, I got it, listen
      You need a nigga that's gon' come over and dig you out
      You need a nigga that you know is not gon' run his mouth
      You need a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out
      You need a nigga that's gon' put it in your mouth
      Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo' mouth
      And y'ain't babysitting, but my kids all on yo' couch
      And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
      Both graduated so fuck keepin' it classy
      Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
      They love me in the Chi like Oprah
      No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
      Compared to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa
      And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, check my profile
      Who you know make waves in a low tide?
      Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she both ours
      Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver
      Pretty brown thang in my bed
      Been a long time since I had to ask for head
      So god damn don't make me beg
      But I will if I need to cause for real, girl, I need you
      I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
      If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you
      Cole
      
      [Pre-Hook]

      Jeremih - Planes (feat. J. Cole) Música y Letra

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