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Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the gang...7x
Haters stand clear of em, yall stand for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
lyrics appear to em',
Outta air hare jordans
Kicked up behind a mahogany desk,
crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and would suggest
Flow sick a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you I bet she
let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet
she jumping head
It's amazing how I get so high and so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass
go somewhere and fuck cause ain't 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, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you the fumes
College girls play me in their ipod or
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 papers and Randy's
, out somewhere where the sand be.
Plan B killin' kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't these kids,
and you such a shame that's where your energy is

flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. vibin'
And hating adds just more steam, more chips 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 iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' and chains on they bitches