Lyrics Private Landing – Don Toliver ft. Justin Bieber & Future
I’m feelin’ stuck
I’m off a bean, like, what the f**k
I’m in the tree, she holler up
What you need
Got it up
I don’t know why these h*es can’t stand me
I guess I’m too demanding
Wanna hit the double Coke, the candy
I’m so high, no landing
Keepin’ that Glock, grip steady
Rockin’ this s**t, confetti
They all let it go on the telly
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out, I’m poppin’ at the Ritz
I got ’em comin’ in, s**t look like a blitz
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin’, shorty better check my hits
I don’t know why these h*es can’t stand me
I guess I’m too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the O, call, better call me Randy
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
Yeah, she deserve a Patek, ’cause she one of the members
When it come, it’s adorable, money not a problem
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model
Tiffany come blue, her p**sy good and pink
Chicago in the wintertime, I’m orderin’ minks
Sellin’ out arenas, I just murked the streets
Coppin’ a brand new castle in the Middle East
My b**ch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
I could do this s**t, one take, but my style ain’t free
I don’t take h*es on no date, ‘less they got pretty feet
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head
She mop it down the best, I can’t feel my leg
I done sniped off your ho’ for a crumb of bread
Got racks goin’ out the roof, they bustin’ through the ceilin’
My new b**ch, she the truth, show me a couple million
All on your body, like I’m..
I’m feelin’ stuck
I’m off a bean, like, what the f**k
I’m in the tree, she holler up
What you need
Got it up
Mm, keep goin’, mm
Keep goin’, keep goin’
Keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, go, go
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, go
I guess I’m spinnin’, double cup, I’m leanin’
So good, so good, taste it, talk to me
Guess I’m spinnin’, double cup, I’m leanin’
Need you to lean in
She wanna come this way, uh
Heat it up, microwave
Heat it up, mic.. what, what
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way
She wanna, uh, she wanna
She wanna, notice how you’re feelin’ tonight
Oh, it’s how you’re feelin’ tonight
I guess I’m too demanding, I guess I’ll keep my candy
I tried to tell you, but you know the demons crying
Just touched down in Miami
I guess I’ll keep my candy, I guess I’m too demanding
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna ride my train
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I’ll show you my place
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna ride my train
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I’ll show you my place
I’m feelin’ stuck
I’m off a bean, like, what the f**k
I’m in the tree, she holler up
What you need
Got it up…
➤ Written by Don Toliver, Justin Bieber, Future, Cardo, Omar Guetfa, Rob Bisel & 206Derek
Album: Love Sick
Produced by Cardo, Omar Guetfa, Rob Bisel & 206Derek
Don Toliver | Justin Bieber | Future | 2023
