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Gunna - Makeup On A Plane Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby let's go, we runnin' late
You can put your makeup on on a plane
I turnt her up a hundred racks, and now she slay
Trauma hard with this broad out The Bay (Yeah)
How many niggas you know kept it real today?
How many stoners you know smokin' paper planes?
You dodged the hate, and the fake, they say you changed
I'm feelin' like, why in the fuck I stayed the same

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I jumped into the moon, and vanished yeah
I get high, she introduced me to this lifestyle
She told me that it's easy as it gets
She won't get introducing to this lifestyle
Tom Ford drawls on the ass, I'on wanna talk back
Ain't tryna talk to you, not while my jawns funkin'
Get accustomed to this lifestyle
I introduce you to this lifestyle, yeah

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I feel accustomed to this lifestyle (Lifestyle)
Private plane, it ain't no customs when we touch down (Ain't no customs when we touch down)
Ferrari spider sit so low, look like i'm crawlin' 'round
I told my son he born a prince, here go a rollie crown (He born a prince here go a rollie crown)
Would you believe me
You forget that you was hungry and be greedy (Greedy)
My new bitch got her own, and she ain't needy (Needy)
Told her come on we goin' shoppin' when we landing
Dior panties
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby let's go, we runnin' late
You can put your makeup on on a plane
I turnt her up a hundred racks, and now she slay
Trauma hard with this broad out The Bay (Yeah)
How many niggas you know kept it real today?
How many stoners you know smokin' paper planes?
You dodged the hate, and the fake, they say you changed
I'm feelin' like, why in the fuck I stayed the same

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, I told her fuck the cunt
I told her fuck the cunts
I roll gelato, and biscotti, and the big ole blunt
I told my nigga park my back, cause I will never front
I put my pocket on percents, and I got honeybuns
I got a baguette diamond lightyear
I'm a common psychic nigga when I ride, I got gear
I done told 'em tied my twos with my tribe and my dear
And a brand new Lamborghini, not no Impala no deal (yeah yeah)
Everytime I buy a car, half (yeah yeah)
Everytime I advance the staff, (yeah yeah)
All of my bitches, they getting stamped (Yeah yeah)
Got a dick fill her mouth for a bad cramp (Yeah yeah)
I used to gamble for food stamps (Yeah yeah)
You can ask my mommy and my ex (Yeah)
Way too player to go on them petty racks (Yeah)
Way too gangsta and solid to be a rat (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I jumped into the moon, and vanished yeah
I get high, she introduced me to this lifestyle
She told me that it's easy as it gets
She won't get introducing to this lifestyle
Tom Ford drawls on the ass, I'on wanna talk back
Ain't tryna talk to you, not while my jawns funkin'
Get accustomed to this lifestyle
I introduce you to this lifestyle, yeah

[Outro]
Baby let's go, we runnin' late
You can put your makeup on on a plane
I turnt her up a hundred racks, and now she slay
Trauma hard with this broad out The Bay
How many niggas you know kept it real today?
How many stoners you know smokin' paper planes?
You dodged the hate, and the fake, they say you changed
I'm feelin' like, why in the fuck I stayed the same