Private Jet (High Altitude Mix)

contemporary R&B, soul-pop, club/uptempo dance-pop

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[Intro] Wheels up, champagne kiss, Leather seats, designer on my hips. He lookin’ at me like dessert’s been served, 30,000 feet, that’s where I lose my nerves.
[Chorus] He givin’ head in the private jet, Turbulence hittin’, but his tongue don’t quit. Windows fogged up, autopilot set, Mile high, no lie, best head I ever get. Private jet head, yeah, private jet head, Gulfstream glow, my legs on the spread. Lickin’ while we fly over the coast, Join the club, baby, we do the most.
[Verse 1] Takeoff smooth like his lips on my clit, Seatbelt sign off, he already unzipped. Louboutins on the floor, my thighs in the aisle, Cabin pressure drop got me wearin’ a smile. Flight attendant knocked, I said “We good, keep it quiet,” While he deep in the business, call it executive diet. Clouds out the window, his tongue doin’ circles, Bankin’ left, got me moanin’ in cursive. Whispers “Mommy, you taste like success,” I lean back in the recliner, hand up in his dress— I mean his shirt, grip his waves real tight, Caviar on ice, but his mouth feel right.
[Chorus] He givin’ head in the private jet, Turbulence hittin’, but his tongue don’t quit. Windows fogged up, autopilot set, Mile high, no lie, best head I ever get. Private jet head, yeah, private jet head, Gulfstream glow, my legs on the spread. Lickin’ while we fly over the coast, Join the club, baby, we do the most.
[Verse 2] Descent comin’ soon, but he still on a mission, Swirlin’ like the jet stream, pure aviation addiction. Captain on the intercom: “Prepare for landing,” I’m grippin’ his hair, barely understandin’. He finish with a grin, wipe the shine off his chin, Lipstick still perfect, like the sin never happened. Touchdown smooth, but the real ride was up there, Private jet perks, baby, this the upper air. Now we taxied in, flashes from the paparazzi, They don’t know I just got ate like a five-star entrée.
[Bridge] No coach, no lines, just me and my king, Leather, liquor, and that wet dream thing. If the jet could talk, it’d blush and sing, ‘Cause I turned this flight into a whole queen scene.
[Outro] Yeah… private jet head, Next flight’s in an hour, baby, rest your neck. Wheels up again, same time, same vibe, Welcome to the club where the girls get head in the sky.
Fly high, queen. 💋✈️

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[Intro] Wheels up, champagne kiss, Leather seats, designer on my hips. He lookin’ at me like dessert’s been served, 30,000 feet, that’s where I lose my nerves. [Chorus] He givin’ head in the private jet, Turbulence hittin’, but his tongue don’t quit. Windows fogged up, autopilot set, Mile high, no lie, best head I ever get. Private jet head, yeah, private jet head, Gulfstream glow, my legs on the spread. Lickin’ while we fly over the coast, Join the club, baby, we do the most. [Verse 1] Takeoff smooth like his lips on my clit, Seatbelt sign off, he already unzipped. Louboutins on the floor, my thighs in the aisle, Cabin pressure drop got me wearin’ a smile. Flight attendant knocked, I said “We good, keep it quiet,” While he deep in the business, call it executive diet. Clouds out the window, his tongue doin’ circles, Bankin’ left, got me moanin’ in cursive. Whispers “Mommy, you taste like success,” I lean back in the recliner, hand up in his dress— I mean his shirt, grip his waves real tight, Caviar on ice, but his mouth feel right. [Chorus] He givin’ head in the private jet, Turbulence hittin’, but his tongue don’t quit. Windows fogged up, autopilot set, Mile high, no lie, best head I ever get. Private jet head, yeah, private jet head, Gulfstream glow, my legs on the spread. Lickin’ while we fly over the coast, Join the club, baby, we do the most. [Verse 2] Descent comin’ soon, but he still on a mission, Swirlin’ like the jet stream, pure aviation addiction. Captain on the intercom: “Prepare for landing,” I’m grippin’ his hair, barely understandin’. He finish with a grin, wipe the shine off his chin, Lipstick still perfect, like the sin never happened. Touchdown smooth, but the real ride was up there, Private jet perks, baby, this the upper air. Now we taxied in, flashes from the paparazzi, They don’t know I just got ate like a five-star entrée. [Bridge] No coach, no lines, just me and my king, Leather, liquor, and that wet dream thing. If the jet could talk, it’d blush and sing, ‘Cause I turned this flight into a whole queen scene. [Outro] Yeah… private jet head, Next flight’s in an hour, baby, rest your neck. Wheels up again, same time, same vibe, Welcome to the club where the girls get head in the sky. Fly high, queen. 💋✈️

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