“Private Landing” Don Toliver, Justin Bieber, Future

“Private Landing” is the fourth promotional from American recording artist Don Toliver‘s third studio album, Love Sick.

The Banger of a Track features American recording artist Future, and Canadian recording artist Justin Bieber. The song was produced by Cardo, Omar Guetta, Rob Bisel, Derek Anderson (“206derek“).

It was written alongside with Caleb Toliver (“Don Toliver”), Justin Bieber, Nayvadius Wilburn (“Future”), Derek Anderson, Ronald LaTour (“Cardo”), Omar Guetta and Rob Bisel.

A visualizer of the song was released alongside Love Sick. It sees a special package being delivered to a restaurant where a beautiful woman is putting away stacks of cash, with two armed guards standing by, while the chef is cooking. [Source: uproxx.com]

Lyrics for “Private Landing”
Song by Don Toliver, Justin Bieber, Future:

I’m feelin’ stuck (Feelin’ stuck)
I’m off a bean (Yeah), like, what the f***? (What the f***?)
I’m in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh)

I don’t know why these hoes can’t stand me
I guess I’m too demanding
Wanna hit the double Coke, the candy (Candy)
I’m so high, no landing (Landing)
Keepin’ that Glock, grip steady (Steady)
Rockin’ this s***, confetti (Confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (Telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out, I’m poppin’ at the Ritz (At the—)
I got ’em comin’ in, s*** look like a blitz (Look like a—)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (Check my—)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin’, shorty better check my… hits

I don’t know why these hoes can’t stand me
I guess I’m too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the O, call, better call me Randy

[FUTURE:]
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
Yeah, she deserve a Patek, ’cause she one of the members (For sure)
When it come, it’s adorable, money not a problem (Hmm)
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model (..Yeah)
Tiffany come blue, her pussy good and pink (Pink)
Chicago in the wintertime, I’m orderin’ minks (The mink)
Sellin’ out arenas, I just murked the streets (..The streets)
Coppin’ a brand new castle in the Middle East (Woo, yeah)
My b**** sit Indian style when we sit down and eat (Woo)
I could do this s***, one take, but my style ain’t free (Woo, Pluto)
I don’t take hoes on no date, ‘less they got pretty feet (..I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head (Ah, yeah)
She mop it down the best, I can’t feel my leg (My leg, I swear)
I done sniped off your ho’ for a crumb of bread (Ho)
Got racks goin’ out the roof, they bustin’ through the ceilin’ (Racks)
My new bitch, she the truth, show me a couple million (Freebandz)

All on your body, like I’m—
I’m feelin’ stuck (Feelin’ stuck)
I’m off a bean (Yeah), like, what the f***? (What the f***?)
I’m in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

[JUSTIN BIEBER:]
Mm, keep goin’, mm (Oh-yeah)
Keep goin’, keep goin’ (Mm-hmm)
Keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, go, go
Mm, keep goin’, keep goin’
Mm, go
I guess I’m spinnin’, double cup, I’m leanin’
(So good, so good, taste it, ..talk to me)
Guess I’m spinnin’, double cup, I’m leanin’
Need you to lean in (Yeah)

She wanna come this way, uh (Come on)
Heat it up, microwave (Heat it up)
Heat it up, mic—, what, what?
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way (She wanna—)
She wanna—, uh (She wanna—), she wanna—

She wanna—, notice how you’re feelin’ tonight (Ah, yeah-yeah, so tight, baby, sure, tonight)
Oh, it’s how you’re feelin’ tonight
I guess I’m too demanding, I guess I’ll keep my candy
(I tried to tell you, but you know the demons guiding)
Just touched down in Miami (In Miami)
I guess I’ll keep my candy, I guess I’m too demanding
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I’ll share my plate (Come on)
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come here, and share my plate

I’m feelin’ stuck (Feelin’ stuck)
I’m off a bean (Yeah), like, what the f***? (What the f***?)
I’m in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Yeah)

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