Paul Vastola - Mile High Club lyrics

[ Verse: True ] On capital steps Or female label reps Panties and plays Records, red carpets, and Hall of Fames Fix it before we mix it When in drought Never doubt True will Bout Doing a naughty With a Shorty f**ing a shorty In a porter potty f**ing upside down And sideways with a 40 And a shooty in a Maserati With a hottie Turbulence and safety belt signs Solid lines, Pretty dimes Sit down and stick around You might just find something Fascinating in my sound Real ballers on a budget Unload like a dump truck Cuz I'm in the mile high f**ed up... Floating on clouds could never be to loud Floating on clouds could never be to loud [ Verse 2: Nick ] Nice try, Trying to be a wise guy Puffing on the dry, lie, up on the mile up Dreamin Getting willie on the beat We the illest, we the realest k**ers on the street If your girl feeling me brother It's fair game I'm in the mile high Sex on the airplane We be chilling Nasty, True, and king sul Hey yo bro Can you pack another bowl Roll around herb chops And you know we got plenty Shots popping off [ Verse 3: Nate ] Every rhyme that I write The b**h is outta sight A mile high at least you might You need to catch a flight Up this high This high like every night Not my mental state My height Lets spark this up Got my light Flintstone right, Dab dab a do Just ignite that van a do Never can have due Silly stuff Just cashing Cus its a green rush Check out the way she work The green puff No need for bragging Better bring it up 9-3 wagon Spit that fire I'm a motherf**ing Green dragon TRUE