Rob Ace - when we get off this plane, we not together Lyrics
Rob Ace when we get off this plane, we not together

when we get off this plane, we not together

Rob Ace


Lyrics when we get off this plane, we not together - Rob Ace




I got a pretty bitch problem
Fucking with her, ima get us a baby
Cause I don't even wear condoms
So many hoes on my phone
I don't like messages, neither I'm calling
Ever since I started getting some money
Now everyone got them a problem
Now everyone got them an issue
I know she lying but fuck it, I'm lying
If she keep on saying"I miss you"
Loyal to bro cause we slept on the floor
Now I bought everyone dinner
We sharing coats in the winter before
Now we taking on flights getting bigger
I'm pulling up on her daily
She was on dick now she hate me
I got to get to this pay me
I know that ain't nobody gonna save me
I'm speeding, in my city
I'm leaving, need a trippy
European bag with a spliffy
She always trynna come with me
I need a trip to Asia
Thailand feel like Jamaica
She throw it back, can't blame her
She throw it back, don't save her
Niggas want favors
Like bro, where was you when I needed?
Watch me just get on American
Baby, I'm leaving
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together
And I still took you back
Argued all week in Miami
I was just fucking you back
Argued all week in Miami
So when we land I ain't calling you back
Argued all week in Miami
So when we land I ain't calling you back
And I'm back to my old ways
And I still want a gold chain
And I trip off my old name
Spend time trynna sing, smoking propane
Shorty a cute thing
Love when she mad sweet
But her mouth so bad
I proposed to her ass and I left in the same week
Drinks all on me
Work on a off week
Flights in my Digital Wallet
No service, I'm mad deep
And I'm back to my old ways
Still want a gold chain
Trip off my old name
Spend time trynna sing, smoking propane
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together
Argued all week in Miami
Baby, I'm sorry but get it together
I'm breaking up with you
So when we get off this plane
Me and you not together



Writer(s): Robert Acevedo


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