Lyrics:
Paris and Lindsey
I just know that I be on my fly girl shit
I fly girl pop up and I fly girl dip
I fly girl stunt like I fly girl flip
And I don't
alright
Bitches
It's your life
(verse 2)
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you
I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
She wanna hear that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That's the phone call, when
harder then some niggas I know,
And I know, that she know, I'm by her side,
She by my side,
And if I ride then she goin' ride and we goin' ride until
think she getting fly
Supplying all the local traps I call that running shit
It's piled to the roof with sacks I'm on that gutta shit
I'm good in each
hustling look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it Ride fly, 20 birds on that thing
I say shout it
(C Gutta)
I took you out them projects, we damn near lived on a jet
Bust you down when I met you, hope you never forget
I held you down and made
should try it
It's exotic, it's a hybrid
Girl, I got some good news
Can I run it by you?
Mami bad enough, I let her fly it
Keep a pistol in
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
a whole lotta gutta shit
But lookin' back at it, young loc, cuz', I'm on some other shit
Intellectual, misdirectional
Correct yourself so you can avoid
playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
I stay so fly
Got the top down when I blow by
With the dough I am multi
You know why
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Freck Billionaire]
Ayo you see this the drop
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get
Skinny, voltage b, gonna slay yeah
Boom like a shaka ay
Vroom out the gutta ya
Smoking on some dokha ay
Toking on that doja yea
Boom like a shaka ay
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get
and cars (cars)
Wanna live VIP rubbing shoulders wit stars (stars)
Wanna fly in G4's (4's)
Or sail the seas then your wish is my command
You can do
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
and nobody could say shit
I got STL tatted on my right arm, some of em saw em
I ain't dyin' but yo I'm definitely fight for em
And keep it tight for em,
Im a hustle err'yday
Don't nobody wanna pay
So just bought another k
I do shit the gutta way
While you waste another day
I just scored another play
trick I run this Memphis
Tennessee we be on some Top Gun shit
Fly over your house M-16 and drop a bomb on it
We don't give a fuck we tryin to take out all
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