Flight Mode - DJ Ph, Da L.E.S, B3nchMarq

Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos

Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes

Started with the Uzzi now a nigga got the Gucci

The money came in now a nigga be a bully

Bam bam boogie, damn, mami got a booty

The moola ntwana yami got me feeling like Khuli

Hit up my plug if I’m not on duty

Ntwana my life is a movie

Lately my chain ineRuby

First class got a nigga smelling like Luis

I got the coco, hit up my plug and he loco

He out in Illovo, call up my Pablo it’s time for the narcos

You never see me ntwana in a mango

Lately what we talking 'bout is bankroll

Change time zones ngomswenko

A young nigga gotta have a condo

A rollie, my nigga gon come though

Your mami she suck me like Stumbo

New naked game, yeah, tempo

UK tour in the bag yo

I play with the booty like it’s ping pong

D so long, young mami call me King Kong

Have a mini celebration on a plane

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Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos

Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes

A new sneaker, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM

A new watch, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM

Flight mode, AM, I got a plug up in Lagos

Night out, Euros, spending the shit on my new hoes

A new sneaker, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM

A new watch, Tempo, whoa whoa, AM

I think I’m too high to sleep

I do not stop on the beat

You got the plug for me

'Bout two more weeks from release

Got blue suede on my sneakers

Gucci print on my jeans

Don’t you wish you had my genes

Been a playa since thirteen

So far ahead of the game

You ain’t damn near reached two feet

I got me rings, olympic type

I need a pool that’s olympic size

Blue-eyed chick, vintage white

With that ass as big as the olympic file

Got a hunnid more people tryna get inside

'Cause ain’t none of them do it like Bryanston Drive

Take the shots to the ye before you kill my vibe

In the back of the Merceded, mama do or die

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Hella jiggy when I’m on the scene

Hella trippy on the trees

Yeah wa nkitsi, keep a small team

Scruffy money got me looking clean

When we pull up on 'em, niggas flee

Must be the singles, yeah we got the heat

I might just take your mami to Tahiti

Then get another broad overseas

So don’t just slow up on me with your feels

Don’t get me gassed up, Diesel drinks

Don’t want you playa making feta cheese

I’m tryna spend a bottle, palm trees

I’m on the WiFi closing deals

Yeah i be snacking five-star meals

I got all my haters in their feelings

All 'cause I’m stacking money to the ceiling

Versace blue jeans on a jean jacket

Always been a breeze man, I been had it

Shittin on y’all that’s a mean habit

And I got it on screen I’m a mean savage

You can find me in a bando, G palace

Grilled chicken, green salads

Blue pills, green rabbits, get it

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