lirik lagu kay p – airplane mode
[hook]
wrist on shine, neck on froze
what’s the temp? b-tch it’s cold
where i’m at, area code
it don’t matter, i got hoes
check my watch, swing my chain
who with me, b-tch that’s gang
please don’t call, my phone off
where yo’ hoe? she on my b-lls
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
it’s on airplane mode
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
it’s on airplane mode
[verse 1]
look at me, peep my [?]
look at my wrist, it’s like snow
i just sauced on your hoe
she l!ck me, like snow cone
first [?] shorty, f-ck the coach
got her goyard, f-ck the coach
yeah i came up, so i boast
you feel froggy, you gon’ croack
why your girl blow me like referee?
if that’s your hoe, why she testing me?
she in my phone speaking s-xually
she ate my seed like they seasame
i’m in the p-ssy like gynacologist
she rock the mic like it’s metalocalypse
i had to tie her up on some hanzo sh-t
she wanna f-ck me to get a sponsorship
she can’t even get a hug from me
she can’t even get a dub from me
i sell that a b-tch a gram for $20
slip her -ss a xan, she don’t no nada
she might suck a n-gga for a dollar
she got daddy issues, i’m her father
i eat the p-ssy like enchilladas
i’m sippin, syrup, no aunt jemima
[hook]
wrist on shine, neck on froze
what’s the temp? b-tch it’s cold
where i’m at, area code
it don’t matter, i got hoes
check my watch, swing my chain
who with me, b-tch that’s gang
please don’t call, my phone off
where yo’ hoe? she on my b-lls
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
it’s on airplane mode
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
don’t call her phone (don’t call her phone)
it’s on airplane mode
[verse 2]
i’m just chilling, like it’s winter
my wood poke her, like it’s splinters
yeah, i’m in her, don’t do dinner
she my angel, i’m no sinner
she do splits like a fisher
sucl my d-ck, i don’t kiss her
b-tch, i’m shining, my wrist fl!cker
that’s my mistress, i don’t miss her
i just want the top, no s-x
why your man ain’t got no check
she only want me cause i’m next
that b-tch a dog, she a pet
baby, i don’t need that stress
i don’t need a girl, it’s nice to meet ya
baby say thanks for the way i please ya
i got foreigns tryna get a visa
italian shorty, like mama mia
know i hit it like i’m derrick jeeter
furs on me, i don’t f-ck with peta
power level, sh-t is off the meter
dropped the hoe, cause i ain’t even need her
i just pour a fo’ in two liters
four hoes in the two seater
i pull off like, n-gga see ya
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