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Artist: Jeremih f/ J. Cole
Album:  Late Nights
Song:   Planes
Typed by: Cedmaster3K 

This one goes out to all sides worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Thumpy be your guide
As we go on a ride where playa hatin' killers and hood niggas thrive
And lame mu'fuckers can barely survive

Catch me rollin' through the city, ridin' with the top off
Man, my whip so big when you in it, fuck around and get lost
Told my bitch to let her hair down, what this shit costs?
Tell me baby, if you 'bout that life right now, I hope it ain't all, no

[Interlude: Jeremih]
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up? Let's take a trip
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours", on a blimp?

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings, got your legs in the sky like a plane
Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
Can't nobody see you thirty thousand feet on your knees in them Prada's
Makin' freaky shit come up out her
Get high, baby roll one, cloud nine 'bout to go up
Lovin' the feelin' of the turbulence get when we turn up
When we land we can roll out, show you somethin' you ain't know about
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out

I got you in the air, your body in the air, how it feel up here?
You can scream as loud as you want, and loud as you can, ain't nobody gonna hear it
Would you like it better, if I hit the west coast?
Tell me, if you 'bout that life right now, I hope it ain't tall

[Interlude] + [Chorus]

[J. Cole]
Cole World.. I got it, I got it, I got it, listen

You need a nigga that's gon' come over and dig you out
You need a nigga that you know is not gon' run his mouth
You need a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out
You need a nigga that's gon' put it in your mouth
Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo mouth
And ye ain't babysittin', but my kids all on yo' couch
And oh, you nasty, oh oh, you nasty
Both graduated so fuck keepin' it classy
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
they love me in the Chi like Oprah
No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
compared to Cole, boy you're softer than a sofa
And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, check my profile
Who you know make waves in a low tide? Deebo'd yo' bitch now she both ours
Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver, pretty brown thang in my bed
Been a long time since I had to ask for head so goddamn don't make me beg
But I will if I need to cause for real, girl
I need you, I could put you on a flight
We could take off tonight; if you scared of heights
shit I got a pill I could feed you - Cole