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lirik lagu wespentdayshere - flying private

[intro]
man like frank, you know
hey, roman
we was outside with a~, side with a~, ooh
i make different sh~t every day
i’m tryna make this hoe levitate
i know, i know she still looking down on me

[chorus]
i can’t see the ground, now im flying private
i got your hoe tryna l!ck my privates
she keep tellin me she want a different climate
i told her man shut up, i keep him silent
i put my foot on their neck, they getting rolled on
she keep asking my location, it gets so long
she don’t know what i did to her, it’s so wrong
i seen him dying off a pill, he was so gone

[verse 1]
i used to sit therе right beside you, on the sofa
i put your namе on my body, like a poster
she put the white on the keys, like it’s mozart
i ain’t got a key, i push to start, like a go kart
yeah, this real life money, come with real life problems
i’m a real life loner, i’m still walking with no one
walking with my demons, like i don’t know nun
walking with my demons, i still hold on suttin
[chorus]
i can’t see the ground, now im flying private
i got your hoe tryna l!ck my privates
she keep tellin me she want a different climate
i told her man shut up, i keep him silent
i put my foot on their neck, they getting rolled on
she keep asking my location, it gets so long
she don’t know what i did to her, it’s so wrong
i seen him dying off a pill, he was so gone

[verse 2: intro]
i been in the gym, working on my stamina
i got all these flashy things, like a camera
she don’t know where i been, it’s not adding up
all these things i seen, it’s not adding up
i really hope he stop bagging up
i walk into the studio, i tell a rapper, ’wrap it up’
i swear my fingers tired cause i gotta rubber band it up
the money coming in, so we ain’t got rubber bands enough

[verse 2]
mmm
tell your favourite rapper, ‘pack it up’
i told her i’ll spend 5000 on her, like pack~a~punch
bro you ain’t really in the mix, you just chat a bunch
she was taking dirty pics with me, you’re not man enough
yeah, you’re clearly not man enough
you’re clearly not bad enough
you’re clearly not makarov
i been getting models from the catalogue
money like baccarat
i still miss my gran alot
[chorus]
i can’t see the ground, now im flying private
i got your hoe tryna l!ck my privates
she keep tellin me she want a different climate
i told her man shut up, i keep him silent
i put my foot on their neck, they getting rolled on
she keep asking my location, it gets so long
she don’t know what i did to her, it’s so wrong
i seen him dying off a pill, he was so gone

[outro]
yeah, this real life money, come with real life problems
i’m a real life loner, i’m still walking with no one
walking with my demons, like i don’t know nun
walking with my demons, i still hold on suttin

- lirik lagu wespentdayshere

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