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Got ItThey look up to the...Fuck boys wonderin... Bitches know the planes got it Bitches know the planes got it [Verse 1:] Incinerate the streets The moment that my size 7 Bapes graze concrete Every step I take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa Wakin up to chilled mimosas I do it how a real nigga supposed to I obligated myself in '02 When I seen Soulja Slim bring that lac truck through I'm the truth these niggas is daffy Duck ass niggas keep quackin But I can't hear ya I got a sound proof cabin Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack ass album I got you hot on the street... literally I'm like yo promo team my lolo green 10 switches in the button for james bond smoke screen I'm a hard act to follow Niggas need luck better rub that log at the apollo Bitches know the planes got it Bitches know the planes got it And you can't do a thang about it Bitches know the planes go it Bitches know the planes go it And that ain't gone change I'm sorry [Verse 2:] I'm so sick with it one listen Might have niggas coughing n sniffling My pockets is fatter than peter griffin Green in em like my rollin papers Had a couple niggas round me that I know was haters Gave em enough rope to hang themselves that's how I played em Broke they own necks you see they body swayin From the ceilings n they mental prisons Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living Soon they understand that they never stand over my niggas Tabulate the statistics Congratulate the victors We leave lames as air strike victims I'm on my shit These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks I'm at work in my play clothes Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove Murder on the beat cased closed |