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Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the gang...7x
Haters stand clear of em, yall stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and came let's here it for em'
Zig zag
lyrics appear to em',
Outta air hare jordans
Kicked up sittin' a mahogany desk,
'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up, flow 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 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 need a helmet cause
she head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air
Uhhh, ol' ass nigga
go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't fuckin' wit us
You didn't put 100 on it 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 niggas puttin' and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in their ipod or
bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, 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 where your energy is

flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, chips now
I'm living more
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all corners of the Earth putting in work
Uhhh, nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass go somewhere and fuck yourself 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