Huh true story nigga
Aye
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
Cause ma bag is in LV an only 1 fit is on me
An im still stuck in Philly
Or maybe cause I'm w my cuz'
An Philly will not let em' leave
Trynna keep em' in that cycle
Stuck up in that poverty
That's why Dame ain't givin' up Mayne'
Until it's emerald green
Cause my cuzo turning 25
And got some sites to see
Not just tha websites
But actually spots to see look
From NYC down to OC
But oh shit actually we made a stop in LV
Had some family for him to meet
A Fat Tuesday for him to drink
Show ma nigga some different weather
Like nigga like what you think
I'm just greatful cause my cuz
Truly yeah believed in me
Cause when our flight wasn't green
An we already checked everything
He could looked over at me
Like cuz what did you think
We in a federal building
Ahh fawk'
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
3D hit me like aye Dame I needa' fire bin
I hit him back and said
You know That I got you twin
Walked over to my mac, started punchin' in
Next thing you know 3D, Jinx flyin' in
28th floor questioning all our sin's
That boy Vlone pulled up on us had us locked in
Shit wasn't always sweet before the suite
First telly ain't smack was thinkin'
We might have to do the lobby, or tha streets
(Ahh damn fawk)
Cause this a bad first impression
Yeah I know I ain't gone lie
But you can drop all yo
Depression my nigga cause we gone fly
Cause I'm gone take you down to Daygo
See Tj once in yo life
Cause Mexico in December
Still look like 4th of July
Punch a ticket night before
Ain't do no motherf*ckin' planning'
But I'm gone get us down To Cali ma nigga
Yeah demand it
Cheaper but it ain't easier
Tha gamble gotta withstand it
(Ahh shit)
So by the time I landed in Vegas
I hadda' go test my luck
Runnin' shit up off of black jack
I ain't even 21
I ain't even 21 nigga
I'm only 20 years old in this bitch
3d4k - Aint Make It On Our Flight (feat. DAME) Lyrics
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Huh true story nigga
Aye
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
Cause ma bag is in LV an only 1 fit is on me
An im still stuck in Philly
Or maybe cause I'm w my cuz'
An Philly will not let em' leave
Trynna keep em' in that cycle
Stuck up in that poverty
That's why Dame ain't givin' up Mayne'
Until it's emerald green
Cause my cuzo turning 25
And got some sites to see
Not just tha websites
But actually spots to see look
From NYC down to OC
But oh shit actually we made a stop in LV
Had some family for him to meet
A Fat Tuesday for him to drink
Show ma nigga some different weather
Like nigga like what you think
I'm just greatful cause my cuz
Truly yeah believed in me
Cause when our flight wasn't green
An we already checked everything
He could looked over at me
Like cuz what did you think
We in a federal building
Ahh fawk'
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
3D hit me like aye Dame I needa' fire bin
I hit him back and said
You know That I got you twin
Walked over to my mac, started punchin' in
Next thing you know 3D, Jinx flyin' in
28th floor questioning all our sin's
That boy Vlone pulled up on us had us locked in
Shit wasn't always sweet before the suite
First telly ain't smack was thinkin'
We might have to do the lobby, or tha streets
(Ahh damn fawk)
Cause this a bad first impression
Yeah I know I ain't gone lie
But you can drop all yo
Depression my nigga cause we gone fly
Cause I'm gone take you down to Daygo
See Tj once in yo life
Cause Mexico in December
Still look like 4th of July
Punch a ticket night before
Ain't do no motherf*ckin' planning'
But I'm gone get us down To Cali ma nigga
Yeah demand it
Cheaper but it ain't easier
Tha gamble gotta withstand it
(Ahh shit)
So by the time I landed in Vegas
I hadda' go test my luck
Runnin' shit up off of black jack
I ain't even 21
I ain't even 21 nigga
I'm only 20 years old in this bitch
Aye
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
Cause ma bag is in LV an only 1 fit is on me
An im still stuck in Philly
Or maybe cause I'm w my cuz'
An Philly will not let em' leave
Trynna keep em' in that cycle
Stuck up in that poverty
That's why Dame ain't givin' up Mayne'
Until it's emerald green
Cause my cuzo turning 25
And got some sites to see
Not just tha websites
But actually spots to see look
From NYC down to OC
But oh shit actually we made a stop in LV
Had some family for him to meet
A Fat Tuesday for him to drink
Show ma nigga some different weather
Like nigga like what you think
I'm just greatful cause my cuz
Truly yeah believed in me
Cause when our flight wasn't green
An we already checked everything
He could looked over at me
Like cuz what did you think
We in a federal building
Ahh fawk'
Ain't get ta make it
On my flight my baggage did
Cause a nigga punched his flight
An they canceled it
The bitch told me sir
I think it's cause yo ticket fraudulent
I said I never heard of fraud
An played like my auntie bought this shi'
Actin' like im finna phone her up
An figure out this shit
Whole time I'm on the phone with Dame
Like it ain't smack I need a fire bin
Maybe a dead person bin
Or whatever state u pick
Make sure they sleepin twin
3D hit me like aye Dame I needa' fire bin
I hit him back and said
You know That I got you twin
Walked over to my mac, started punchin' in
Next thing you know 3D, Jinx flyin' in
28th floor questioning all our sin's
That boy Vlone pulled up on us had us locked in
Shit wasn't always sweet before the suite
First telly ain't smack was thinkin'
We might have to do the lobby, or tha streets
(Ahh damn fawk)
Cause this a bad first impression
Yeah I know I ain't gone lie
But you can drop all yo
Depression my nigga cause we gone fly
Cause I'm gone take you down to Daygo
See Tj once in yo life
Cause Mexico in December
Still look like 4th of July
Punch a ticket night before
Ain't do no motherf*ckin' planning'
But I'm gone get us down To Cali ma nigga
Yeah demand it
Cheaper but it ain't easier
Tha gamble gotta withstand it
(Ahh shit)
So by the time I landed in Vegas
I hadda' go test my luck
Runnin' shit up off of black jack
I ain't even 21
I ain't even 21 nigga
I'm only 20 years old in this bitch
Writer: DAME P, JD Hill
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