Lyrics:
The time has come Flyweight champion of the world! (Flyweight Champion of the world) The time has come! Take it to the back of the club Fast talkin'
still not a flyweight I move and migrate Up now I'll levitate and watch her pulsate I will make her pulsate heart beats a false rate On time never come
Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, on a 3 am binge There's no way you taking whey You're more like meat on a tray Won't qualify for fly-weights You too scared,
ribbon of road to the horizon All y'all flyweights, get some rest Y'all can't gyrate to heavyweight flex Won't click through when I'm sending these links
stink Get up out of my face She throwing it back like Myspace Pull up in a Jeep we pull off in an i8 My pockets heavy your pockets on flyweight Big body
the evening I see the light like a flyweight Still got these hands so don't try me I gotta trust in the timing then everything will go my way
flyweight Matter fact boy go on make me a sandwich Planting some subliminals can you understand it Chow so cold but he hot hot hot boy Midas touch gold catch
tires ain't enough Spin off, in the muck Shiddies in the driveway, off the high-way Give myself a high five for doing it my way Eighty above flyweight
in my place Skinny but I beat a check up bitch I'm a flyweight Sky9 jammed 5 times he got a sky 8 Used to be a big Meek fan so I ain't like Drake Bro
dolor cabeza Si lo pienso demasiado, pero ¿Como no agobiarme cuando estoy rodeado de mierda? Flyweight, homie Tus rimas acá no pesan ¿Qué carajo esperas
you fucking on Bitch I'm on you off Bitch boy you soft Lightweight flyweight Fly away, never mind I know that you're attracted by The Light We
Tu hoga koi gangster hum sher ki aulaade 1 sher se bhidne dekho 25 geedad aare Ek kadam peeche ni tum dum daba ke bhaage Tu Flyweight h chotte hum
niggas 'cause I ain't I'm pie rated, you got pie in your face Denim in supplies for flyweights You can't buy taste We looking at you sideways
way Told me run away From the cops I hit the highway UFC I knock you around Feel like a flyweight What did the dike say Balling like I'm Mike J I'm
be like a heavyweight but I'm built like a flyweight She want it my way, yeah that bitch she want it my way Yeah that bitch she want it my way Yeah
take it for granted Yes Open up your ears We just started but we're planning for a couple years Heavy bags but I move it like a flyweight Sitting in
okay with favoritism when it's coming my way I'ma bring the danger, nigga, swat you like a flyweight Get 'em movin' every verse, I gotta make 'em migrate
on the highway I be like a heavyweight but I'm built like a flyweight She want it my way Yeah that bitch she want it my way Yeah that bitch she want it my way
driveway Pounds I'm movin' with high weight Bullets gon hurt him that that boy is a flyweight Hallow my gun Millie, the ticket, you thought I was done He
Spreading my wings like a UFC flyweight And my heart rate increasing its rate I'm losing my mind as I am speaking today I'm sweet like a carnation bouquet I'm
Afghanistan and Iraq Warfare with a mic cord I fight for the little man like flyweight I'm 5'4" My rhyme book belong in a psyche ward My minds eye Photographic
a gentleman But left hook swings like a pendulum An I got more heart than a flyweight Mexican I'm the D A N N Y the GE when I'm on the mic I said no body
the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch This old man, he's flicking on the brights
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