Surface to Air Lyrics & Tabs by Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa
Surface to Air
guitar chords lyrics
Ask yaself... how fly... the planes and the taylor gang...
Haters stand clear of em, ya'll stand cheer for em, shook away from lames and over came let's here it for em'
Zig zag smoke, magic lyrics appear to em', Outta nowhere air hare jordans...
Kicked up sittin' behind a mahogany desk, crumblin' 'erb just as Big Boi and Andre would suggest
Flow sick need a check up, flow sick that's how I got my checks up
Bad bitches gold diggin' lame niggas out a trip to foreign places or bracelet or necklace
Then slide through the set and fuck the JETS cause' she respect us
You think you got a winner, but you don't I bet she let us (lettuce)
Pickles, tomatos, onions, mayo, mustard, and ketchup... the works!
Driving in a aquifina truck to the club cause Wiz told me that these bitches was thirst
Crash test dummy honey need a helmet cause she jumping head first
It's amazing how I get so high and stay so down to Earth
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches
Smoke filled rooms, camera lens zooms from a mile away you smell the fumes
College girls play me in their ipod or zune
Even bitches with bad attitudes bumpin' to our tunes, they high maintenance
Give em' wings let em' fly places, duce you to high times, flavors, and sky scrapers
Rollin' in lime papers and Randy's, smokin' out somewhere where the sand be. Plan B killin' these kids
Not Michael Jackson, I ain't feeling these kids, and you hatin' such a shame that's where your energy is
I'm in a Gfizz flying, leave your bitches with the planes now she sky diving. Hella vibin'
And your hating adds just more steam, more chips now I'm living more Rothstein
So for every thing it's worth, I travel all four corners of the Earth putting in work
Uhhh, ain't nah niggas iller, explosive and fly, surface to air missile
Uhhh, ol' sucka ass nigga go somewhere and fuck yourself cause ain't nobody fuckin' with us
You didn't put 100 on it then you can't hit it.'
Me and my nigga Wiz will smoke an ounce in one sittin'
Yeaa, it's the Planes and the Taylor Gang, lame niggas puttin' locks and chains on they bitches
