Planes

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                             Plane
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  s (Ft. J. Cole) - Jeremih
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Tabbed by: jtn1524

Tuning: Standard w/Capo on 1st

    Dm    F    Am   G   
E|---1----1----0----3----| 
B|---3----1----1----3----| 
G|---2----2----2----4----| 
D|---0----3----2----5----| 
A|---x----3----0----5----| 
E|---x----1----x----3----| 

[Intro]

  F                        Am
This one goes out to all sides world
 wide
          C                    F
Let that playa ass nigga thumpy be 
your guide
       F                      Am
As we go on a ride with playa hatin'
 killers and hood niggas thrive
        C                 Dm
And lame mah'fuckers can barely 
survive


[Verse 1: Jeremih]

                              F    
Catch me rollin' through the city
Am

                     C    F
Ridin' with the top off
         F                Am
Man, my whip so big when you in it
                     C    Dm
Fuck around and get lost
              F                 Am
Told my bitch to let her hair down
                 C    F
What this shit costs
                        F       
Tell me, baby, if you 'bout that 
              Am
life right now
                 C    Dm
I hope it ain't talk


[Bridge: Jeremih]

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


[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]

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


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[Hook: Jeremih]

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


[Verse 2: Jeremih]

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



[Bridge: Jeremih]

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


[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]

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


[Hook: Jeremih]

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


[Verse 3: J. Cole]

Cole World, I got it, I got it, I 
got it, listen
 F                Am
You need a nigga that's gonna come 
over and dig you out
 C                   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
 C                           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
     C                           
And you ain't babysitting, but my 
  F
kids all on yo' couch
     F              Am
And oh, you nasty, oh, oh, you nasty
  C                 Dm
Both graduated so fuck keepin' it 
classy
       F                           
Look, they love me in the Chi like 
Am
MJ

They love me in the Chi like Oprah
 C                            
No nigga could block, not even 
    F
Dikembe

Compared to Cole, boy, you're softer
 than a sofa
     F                        Am
And so far my new shit's so fire, 
nigga, check my profile
                   C            
Who you know make waves in a low 
   Dm
tide?

Deebo'ed yo' bitch, now she both 
ours
         F
Nigga, little brown liquor in my 
liver
Am
Pretty brown thang in my bed
        C
Been a long time since I had to ask 
for head
        F
So god damn don't make me beg
       F                         
But I will if I need to cause for 
  Am
real, girl, I need you
       C                            
                  Dm (One Strum - 
let it ring)
I could put you on a flight, we 
could take off tonight

If you scared of heights, shit I got
 a pill I could feed you

Cole


[Bridge: Jeremih]

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