Kunci Gitar Jeremih - Planes

Jeremih - Planes (feat. J. Cole)

Verse I:
                             F    Am
Catch me rollin' through the city
                    G    F
Ridin' with the top off
           F                    Am
Man, my whip so big when you in it
                    G    Dm
Fuck around and get lost
                 F            Am
Told my bitch to let her hair down
               G     F
What this shit costs?
                       F                       Am
Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that life right now
                G    Dm
I hope it ain't talk, no

Pre-Chorus:
                     F              Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up?
      G          F
Let's take a trip
                    F               Am
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours"
     G     Dm
On a blimp?

            F
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
         Am
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
                           G    F
Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
             F
Can't nobody see you 30 thousand feet
Am
On your knees in them Prada's
                        G          Dm
Makin' freaky shit come up out her

Chorus:
              F               Am
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, 'bout to go up
F                                     G
Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
                    F
When we land we can roll out
         Am
Show you somethin' you ain't know about
G                                      Dm
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out

Verse II:
                 F                     Am
I got you in the air, your body in the air
               G     F
How it feel up here?
                  F                     Am
You can scream as loud as you want, and loud as you can
                   G    Dm
ain't nobody gonna hear
               F         Am
Would you like it better
             G           F
If I hit the west coast?
                 F                       Am
Tell me, if you 'bout that life right now
                G    Dm
I hope it ain't talk

Pre-Chorus:
                     F              Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up?
      G          F
Let's take a trip
                    F               Am
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours"
     G     Dm
On a blimp?

            F
Tell her be free, baby spread your wings
         Am
Got your legs in the sky like a plane
                           G    F
Let me guide that, I'm the pilot
             F
Can't nobody see you 30 thousand feet
Am
On your knees in them Prada's
                        G          Dm
Makin' freaky shit come up out her

Chorus:
              F               Am
Get high baby roll one, cloud nine, 'bout to go up
F                                     G
Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
                    F
When we land we can roll out
         Am
Show you somethin' you ain't know about
G                                      Dm
Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out

Verse III:
F                 Am
 You need a nigga that's gon' come over and dig you out
G                 F
 You need a nigga that you know is not gon' run his mouth
F                 Am
 You need a nigga when he done probably gon' put you out
G                 Dm
 You need a nigga that's gon' put it in your mouth
F                 Am
 Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo' mouth
G                         F
 And y'ain't babysitting, but my kids all on yo' couch
      F            Am
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
G                  Dm
 Both graduated so fuck keepin' it classy
     F                             Am
Look, they love me in the Chi like MJ
                                  G
They love me in the Chi like Oprah
                               F
No nigga could block, not even Dikembe
                                                F
Compared to Cole, boy, you're softer than a sofa
                         Am
And so far my new shit's so fire, nigga, check my profile
                  G
Who you know make waves in a low tide?
   Dm
Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she both ours
       F                              Am
Nigga, little brown liquor in my liver
                 
Pretty brown thang in my bed
       G
Been a long time since I had to ask for head
   F
So god damn don't make me beg
      F                           Am
But I will if I need to cause for real, girl, I need you
                                      G
I could put you on a flight, we could take off tonight
                          Dm
If you scared of heights, shit I got a pill I could feed you

Cole

                     F              Am
I can put you in the Mile High Club, what's up?
      G          F
Let's take a trip
                    F               Am
Have you ever read "The World Is Yours"
     G     Dm
On a blimp?