Fly

Lyrics

Can't nobody tell me shit
 I'm flyer than a bitch
 Man I'm flyer than my bitch
 So you can say I'm cocky I'm confident
 But don't let a nigga tell you
 You ain't the shit (haha)
 See see yous a got damn lie
 Some nigga tellin me I anit that fly
 Get a lint brush take ya clothes to the cleaners
 Get a couple bucks get the vans the cleanest
 Yeah $35.99 but to tell the truth
 You don't need a dime to shine
 Cus the real shine comes from wats inside insecurities and egos put that aside
 Maybe you could realy find you a friend who ride
 And you feel so fly that you might can glide
 The morals of the world which you must abide
 Ss to the death for the pack I ride like
 Fly, don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
 You go keep yo head up in the sky
 Dreams are the things that never die
 Why why am I so fly
 Cleaner than west baby fly as my sweater
 Don't let nobody tell you different
 Yeah wat ever, I think different
 Anit scared to be different
 I dress different than you I got differnt visions
 And lite the same shit yeah it's differnt pimpin
 Don't be scared like wateva it's wateva
 You don't like me I don't care I anit stressin
 Prolly need me like salad with the dressin
 Haters they mad like that's their profession
 Put my work in I can talk about my blessins
 Thank god I stay fly like the jetsons
 Thank god I saty fly like the jetsons
 Retro pimpin ya boy 87
 Bounced back twice with the help of a revrene
 Keep these fuckin niggas guessin yeah
 Have you ever heared of fly young pimpin
 Look in webster I'm the definition
 Fly guy fly whip always in a fly whip
 That get a fly bitch always givin me tips
 It's a cold world so I'm a ice box
 And the wolfpack how you like that
 Sippin belvy diamonds for the ice yes
 Hit the sun lite drippin like a foset
 I'm a idle something like a trensay
 Gun on the hip get buff like a bench press
 You don't want it with the kid I'm a quick draw
 Draw put you on my word call it clip art
 Got a girlfriend nickname cool whip
 Why? cus she rides like a new whip
 Smoove cool and it look good
 I see that yeah gimme that
 Who eva would of thought I'd be stuntin likd this
 Who eva would of thought I'd be snatchin yo chick
 Stunna man say the boy move sick
 I ride big whips and I stack big chips
 Stay away from the fakes cus the haters anit shit
 Stay high yea I be so fly
 Purple in my blunt boy I be so high
 You see the strecth hummer yea that's up all night
 I remeber when I used to dream look at the sky
 Now I sit in 1st sit and look down from the sky
 Dayum now that's a transition
 Shout out to my homie shorty help me with pimp
 And don't be scared if your different
 Cus really if you think
 Them the only ones gifted
 2800 you ain't noe I bag krack st.
 Gotta rep the hood that's where diri be the ac

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Duration
03:53
Key
4
Tempo
147 BPM

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