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Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the gang...7x
Haters stand of em, yall stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
magic lyrics to em',
Outta nowhere air jordans
Kicked up behind a mahogany desk,
crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would
Flow sick a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she us
You you got a winner, but you don't I bet she
let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy need a helmet cause
she head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to
Uhhh, ain't nah iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass
go somewhere and fuck yourself cause nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it then you hit it
Me and my nigga Wiz will an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile you smell the fumes
College girls me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, high maintenance
em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in papers and Randy's
, smokin' out where the sand be.
B killin' these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling kids,
and you hatin' such a shame that's where your is

flying, leave your bitches the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your adds just more steam, more chips now
I'm living Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth in work
Uhhh, nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't fuckin' wit us
You put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas locks and chains on they bitches