Lyrics:
stepping in the name of love
She fuck with Michael B. Jordan 'til she saw him wearing Coach
I told her meet me up at Fendi, we can step it up
Met Gala
and that's the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard to want to compete
[T-Pain]
Yeah, Yeah
[Intro: T.I.]
Hey, it's for all my cats man
Have you ever been in a club and have a chick run up on you,
And kinda tell
There's a high flyin' bird, flying way up in the sky
And I wonder if she looks down, as she goes on by?
Well, she's flying so freely in the sky
Fuck Black hippy, nigga
I invented the recipe
It's a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see
know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
'Cause
stay fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say right
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special delivery for you and yours
I rep
a superstar chick
This is superstar dick
Girl, how could you not taste it?
That's a little egotistic
My amigos be hocking in Toledo
Niggas winning off me, it's
Though you got plans to be him
Pay homage if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in pedium
It's the undisputed champ, being
For
(Come on)
It was clear I had to meet her
From the first time she walked by
See the second that I seen her
Knew I had to make her mine
And just
clubbing
I just roll my weed we watch anime and get money
She dress up for me we make movies i'm on production
I want a cosplay chick, I want a cosplay
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
And sniffed me
a little water, fire up a little dank
Roll a blunt light it up
And imma pour a glass
You get high and I get drunk
And then I meet yo' ass
Somewhere in
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
under my wings
I'm in the clouds, you take me high (high, high, high, high, high)
You make me float, you make me fly (fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
I hope
the Wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whir
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said drink up now it's
a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I don't see you again peace
Let's handle our business with these government
afraid to die but I
Think I'm more afraid to live
And all I gave to you is lust
And all you took from me is lust
Black wings carry me so high
Up to meet
We're a nation full of suspects
Whistling dixie at the scene
And we're a nation full of bad detectives
Selling clues to everyone we meet
We're
narcotics amidst its risks and frisks
Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks
The 666 cut W.I.C.
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
a shoot out
Whoever make it out meet back at the new house good luck
If I don't see you again peace
Let's handle our business with these government
don't know why
But it's like that, and that's the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I
Heckle and Jeckle built a barbed wire nest in a windmill derrick way out west
Scoopin up scraps down a long fence line it was a work of art only one
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