Lyrics:
fly feet
Future fashion
Feelin' my music and this bad bitch
She got passion for me
She gon' crash, I gon' dance
We gon' dash to the sheets
Steez,
Blood on your heels from running around my mind all night can't get no sleep
So I rip that seal on the pack
Cus I wanna fly away right now but
five years will have passed
Five more years I wish she'd last
But it's gone, years fly by, she's gone
Counting down the months each time I cry
Till
Shoot out the tip nothing like the rest
Fly as a jet propeller got me special
The rain feel more better
Too much water need umbrella
She gon' love me
you looking like a fly mamacita (Fuego)
Cause you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on ya
Get up out this club
Slide with ya boy
We can
Put one of em lil' flowers in your hair
Have you looking like a fly mamacita, fuego
Cause you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on you
Get up
want a Tom Maserati
Hit a spot in Dyckman, probably it'll be different kind of models
We play up in them sheets, when we done you make it up
Make that
flawless
Yeah, she yeah
I fly overseas, she fell in love
Buy her Celine, she fell in love
I'm just being me, she fell in love
I'm just being me, she
ready to fly
She's a Spoon Fed Criminal
She's a harpy on a harpoon holiday high
Holiday high
So ya bought a love that's simple
It'll bite you on the ass
Ay! Here we go!
Colli boy! Wh-wh-what's the scenario?
Huh?
Me and Mario comin? through your stereo
So young, so fly, so rich
I know you gotta hate
that it's private whenever we fly out of state (fly)
I feel like a surgeon, the way that I'm all in your guts and I'm snatchin' your waist (Rich Gang)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hitting in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black
know
Got a lot of fly chicks tryna leave with me
So now I'm ready to go
I've got so many, I need an extra car
Don't worry about drinks, baby, I
gettin' money slows your prayers up! (uh!)
We already in Hell; nothin' can scare us! (nothin'!)
We already fly high, nothin' can air us! (fly hiiigh!)
Play your part
Sweet jones
My bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money
Fly you out the city
Baby that's the plan right now
Bad bitch and she fuck with me
Even if she had a man right now
Bad bitch with a plan (Yeah)
and I’m spazzing on the beat
Nigga you don’t want no beef
Ima take yo girl then beat her to the sheets
Man she a freak
I get mean for my team
Cause we
have you lookin like a fly mamacita, fuego
'Cause you look so good, you make me wanna spend it all on ya
Get up out this club, slide wit ya boy and we
Concorde flies in my room
Tears the house to shreds
Defines the night as such
A home for us
Stick insects
And leaves no trace of luck
mind, how did you
On my silk sheets that's where you need to be
I wanna earn my wings so I can fly with you (fly with you)
[Chorus]
I wanna know how
with a 9
Roll models roll models up sheets
After drugging them fucking em in they sleep
Preachers on bullshit pulpits eyeing where the fools sit leaving
I gotta testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
Fore the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify
come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
you looking like a fly mamacita (Fuego)
Cause you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on ya
Get up out this club
Slide with ya boy
We can
I can be your pilot
You Know how it go
I love to have u fly
I aint talkin clothes
Elevated when we smoke
Imma snatch your soul
Make love when we high
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