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Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the gang...7x
Haters clear 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 air hare jordans
Kicked up sittin' a mahogany desk,
crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre suggest
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 cause' she respect 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!
Driving in a aquifina truck to the cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash dummy honey need a helmet cause
she jumping first
It's how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, to air missile
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga
go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't 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, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame 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, they maintenance
em' wings let em' fly places, introduce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime and Randy's
, smokin' out somewhere where the be.
Plan B killin' these
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling kids,
and you hatin' such a that's where your energy is

flying, leave your bitches the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, more now
I'm living more
So for every thing worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, 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 an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame puttin' locks and chains on they bitches