Private Landing (feat. Justin Bieber & Future)-Don Toliver&Future&Justin Bieber.flac
Private Landing (feat. Justin Bieber & Future) (Explicit) - Don Toliver/Future/Justin Bieber (贾斯汀·比伯)
Lyrics by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
Composed by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
I don't know why these h*es can't stand me
I guess I'm too demandin'
Wanna hit the double Coke the candy
Candy
I'm so high no landin'
Landin'
Drippin' that Glock get steady
Steady
Rockin' that **** confetti
Confetti
They all let it go on the telly
Telly
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out here poppin' at the reach
At the
I gotta come and eat **** look like a blitz
Look like a
She wanna check me up she wanna check my fit
Check my
I pull up the Maybach jumpin' shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these h*es can't stand me
I guess I'm too demandin'
Private landin' I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the O better call me Randy
Diamonds and Margiela AP canary yellow
Yeah she deserve a Patek 'cause she one of the members
For sure
When it come it's adorable money not a problem
Hmm
Turned me to a killer I just smashed a model
Yeah
Tiffany come blue her p***y good and pink
Pink
Chicago in the wintertime I'm orderin' minks
The mink
Sellin' out arenas I just murked the streets
The streets
Coppin' a brand new castle in the Middle East
Woo yeah
My ***** sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
Woo
I could do this **** one take but my style ain't free
Woo Pluto
I don't take h*es on no date 'less they got pretty feet
I swear
Quarter million on her head quarter million on her head
She mop it down the best I can't feel my leg
My leg I swear
I done sniped off your ho' for a crumb of bread
Ho'
Got racks goin' out the roof they bustin' through the ceilin'
Racks
My new ***** she the truth show me a couple million
Freebandz all on your body like I'm
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
Keep goin' mmm
Oh
Keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm-hmm
Keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm go go
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm go
I guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'
So good so good taste it talk to me
Guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'
Need you to lean in
Lean
She wanna come this way
Come on
Heat it up microwave
Microwave
Heat it up mic what what
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna notice how you're feelin' tonight
So tight
Oh it's how you're feelin' tonight
I guess I'm too demandin' I guess I'll keep my candy
I tried to tell you but you know the demons crying
Just touched down in Miami
In Miami
I guess I'll keep my candy I guess I'm too demandin'
She wanna ride my wave she wanna ride my train
Heat it up microwave come on I'll show you place
Come on
She wanna ride my wave she wanna ride my train
Heat it up microwave come on I'll show you place
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
Lyrics by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
Composed by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
I don't know why these h*es can't stand me
I guess I'm too demandin'
Wanna hit the double Coke the candy
Candy
I'm so high no landin'
Landin'
Drippin' that Glock get steady
Steady
Rockin' that **** confetti
Confetti
They all let it go on the telly
Telly
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out here poppin' at the reach
At the
I gotta come and eat **** look like a blitz
Look like a
She wanna check me up she wanna check my fit
Check my
I pull up the Maybach jumpin' shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these h*es can't stand me
I guess I'm too demandin'
Private landin' I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the O better call me Randy
Diamonds and Margiela AP canary yellow
Yeah she deserve a Patek 'cause she one of the members
For sure
When it come it's adorable money not a problem
Hmm
Turned me to a killer I just smashed a model
Yeah
Tiffany come blue her p***y good and pink
Pink
Chicago in the wintertime I'm orderin' minks
The mink
Sellin' out arenas I just murked the streets
The streets
Coppin' a brand new castle in the Middle East
Woo yeah
My ***** sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
Woo
I could do this **** one take but my style ain't free
Woo Pluto
I don't take h*es on no date 'less they got pretty feet
I swear
Quarter million on her head quarter million on her head
She mop it down the best I can't feel my leg
My leg I swear
I done sniped off your ho' for a crumb of bread
Ho'
Got racks goin' out the roof they bustin' through the ceilin'
Racks
My new ***** she the truth show me a couple million
Freebandz all on your body like I'm
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
Keep goin' mmm
Oh
Keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm-hmm
Keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm go go
Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
Mmm go
I guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'
So good so good taste it talk to me
Guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'
Need you to lean in
Lean
She wanna come this way
Come on
Heat it up microwave
Microwave
Heat it up mic what what
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna notice how you're feelin' tonight
So tight
Oh it's how you're feelin' tonight
I guess I'm too demandin' I guess I'll keep my candy
I tried to tell you but you know the demons crying
Just touched down in Miami
In Miami
I guess I'll keep my candy I guess I'm too demandin'
She wanna ride my wave she wanna ride my train
Heat it up microwave come on I'll show you place
Come on
She wanna ride my wave she wanna ride my train
Heat it up microwave come on I'll show you place
I'm feelin' stuck
Feelin' stuck
I'm off a bean
Yeah
Like what the ****
What the ****
I'm in the tree
Tree
She holler up
Holler up
What you need
What you need
Yeah
Got it up
Ooh-ooh
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