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Airport Industries (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Rap
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah) Might put new shoes on my car, might take them factories off Might pull up, shoot from the off, might drive and dunk on all y'all Let the Brabus blend into traffic, dissapearin' like magic No rabbit-in-the-hat shit, this is real life, a shot of Blanton's Raise your glasses, this my fourth one tonight To the fact we took no casualties when the other side was blastin' Every member of my faculty done cashed in Everything's set on fire in the trash bins, play it cool like nothin' happened Don't buy nothin' too extravagant Your bitch can't get no minks right now and you can't cop no new 'Lacs Or fall asleep before the mission complete, dog, look at Stacks I been tellin' fools these movies have a lot of jewelry Break these lyrics down with a doobie, yours truly Come to me, guaranteed it's done smoothly (Always) huh (always, huh) Silver screen, finer things, my whole team My only dream (yeah, yeah) Silver screen, finer things, my whole team My only dream, huh (yeah, yeah) Silver screen, finer things, my whole team My only dream Whole P's, foreign keys Say I introduced her to those things Tatted sleeves, hash brownies, and trips overseas All things she accustomed to 'cause she know me, OG When them lil' dogs bark loud, we low-key Come to my hotel, we bought the floor, there's no suites left Outspoken, that's her freedom of speech Just strategize how you gettin' here, I'll send you the details Tail number, unlimited seats, say you got work Hit you end of the week, see what's your energy Them niggas squares, all four corners 90 degrees I'm hard to reach, we hardly speak, I'm lightin' trees Silver screen, finer things, my whole team My only dream, huh (yeah, yeah) Silver screen, finer things, my whole team My only dream Uh, might put new shoes on my car, might take them factories off Might pull up, shoot from the off, might drive and dunk on all y'all I seen that ho shit from far, that's why I smoothly walked off That AMG cold start, I drop the top on 'em, dog I'm headed to my garage, pull up a Chevy, too hard Double-S, no rally sport, game time on side of the court This style could never be bought, timeless, will never get caught Never slip, way too smart, sought after, but never sought, huh
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Shante Franklin, Rory Quigley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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