I just left the shop
Rock been on the map
C.rad.b on top
Inside I know a lot
Of guap
Filling out paper work
With the pen
Also stuffing the rest of the weed
To the inside of my joint
Then i'm gone mix it
With some this henny
Ooo
Feeling good
Like I bought a new hemi
Hair line
I ain't got one of those
It's straight game
When she gave up her phone
Talking to my lil bro
What it do homie
What you doing
You in the zone
Got control of the ball
Touchdown where you wanna go
Pass the realest life
Shit that's really tight
What you do I can feel
I'm a philosophy nigga
On the real chillin nigga
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
Don't want just one bitch
I want all you bitches
Over at the estate
That my nigga got
I cook in a pot
I clean up with mop
Cleaning up all of this shit
That y'all dropped
You talking to me
Call me c.rad.b
To enlighten the scene
And rap what he see
Yo
I'm just being me
I do what I like
If it's rainy
We f*ck in the car
Or we f*ck on a cot
When we outside
We enjoy it a lot
I chill with the high
That be the team
Syco gang
Iamu
Like what do you mean
Just feel it out dude
Brain ain't yo only tool
What do we do
Anything cool
Just hop in the ride
The Lambo on fire
Plus shooting this fire
Towards the outside
Exhausted from cracks
Exhaust in the front
Coming out hood
When turbos spool
My smile brew
Some sphinx's think I look good
But what about team
All of those meme's
We not doing that
We keep it private
Cause they want know that
But don't deserve that
We feeling like fat arabian niggas with riches
Who got the plans under lock
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
C.RAD.B - Airplanes Lyrics
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English
I just left the shop
Rock been on the map
C.rad.b on top
Inside I know a lot
Of guap
Filling out paper work
With the pen
Also stuffing the rest of the weed
To the inside of my joint
Then i'm gone mix it
With some this henny
Ooo
Feeling good
Like I bought a new hemi
Hair line
I ain't got one of those
It's straight game
When she gave up her phone
Talking to my lil bro
What it do homie
What you doing
You in the zone
Got control of the ball
Touchdown where you wanna go
Pass the realest life
Shit that's really tight
What you do I can feel
I'm a philosophy nigga
On the real chillin nigga
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
Don't want just one bitch
I want all you bitches
Over at the estate
That my nigga got
I cook in a pot
I clean up with mop
Cleaning up all of this shit
That y'all dropped
You talking to me
Call me c.rad.b
To enlighten the scene
And rap what he see
Yo
I'm just being me
I do what I like
If it's rainy
We f*ck in the car
Or we f*ck on a cot
When we outside
We enjoy it a lot
I chill with the high
That be the team
Syco gang
Iamu
Like what do you mean
Just feel it out dude
Brain ain't yo only tool
What do we do
Anything cool
Just hop in the ride
The Lambo on fire
Plus shooting this fire
Towards the outside
Exhausted from cracks
Exhaust in the front
Coming out hood
When turbos spool
My smile brew
Some sphinx's think I look good
But what about team
All of those meme's
We not doing that
We keep it private
Cause they want know that
But don't deserve that
We feeling like fat arabian niggas with riches
Who got the plans under lock
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
Rock been on the map
C.rad.b on top
Inside I know a lot
Of guap
Filling out paper work
With the pen
Also stuffing the rest of the weed
To the inside of my joint
Then i'm gone mix it
With some this henny
Ooo
Feeling good
Like I bought a new hemi
Hair line
I ain't got one of those
It's straight game
When she gave up her phone
Talking to my lil bro
What it do homie
What you doing
You in the zone
Got control of the ball
Touchdown where you wanna go
Pass the realest life
Shit that's really tight
What you do I can feel
I'm a philosophy nigga
On the real chillin nigga
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
Don't want just one bitch
I want all you bitches
Over at the estate
That my nigga got
I cook in a pot
I clean up with mop
Cleaning up all of this shit
That y'all dropped
You talking to me
Call me c.rad.b
To enlighten the scene
And rap what he see
Yo
I'm just being me
I do what I like
If it's rainy
We f*ck in the car
Or we f*ck on a cot
When we outside
We enjoy it a lot
I chill with the high
That be the team
Syco gang
Iamu
Like what do you mean
Just feel it out dude
Brain ain't yo only tool
What do we do
Anything cool
Just hop in the ride
The Lambo on fire
Plus shooting this fire
Towards the outside
Exhausted from cracks
Exhaust in the front
Coming out hood
When turbos spool
My smile brew
Some sphinx's think I look good
But what about team
All of those meme's
We not doing that
We keep it private
Cause they want know that
But don't deserve that
We feeling like fat arabian niggas with riches
Who got the plans under lock
Airplanes in the sky
I be flying up
This time I raised my christ
Yo
I keep telling everybody that i'm good
I'm gone stick to that line
Tonight we make time
We gone take that line
Cause we gone do it right
Airplanes got exactly what I like
Now bring me some wine
Naw don't pull over
That lady can fix her own f*cking tire
Shit went wrong every time i tried
I swear on my life
This time I'm gone do it right
Trying and make em feel why
Since all my time we was together
You told all them lies
So tonight
Fix yo gaze up on this six
Using the three
Trying get free
I'm just a kid
In a fix trying get a fix
Writer: Conrad Bridges
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid