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Fly Shit |
| Young Lloyd |
| Aye Holiday we got one |
| Zone 6, East Atlanta stand up |
| Aye baby you know how much this motherfuckin car cost? |
| Don’t spill nothing in my shit |
| I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline |
| I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean |
| I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene |
| Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me |
| She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) |
| Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) |
| Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) |
| If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch) |
| Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist |
| You a bad bitch, I’m a take you to a island |
| Aggressive watch game, yeah my diamonds real violent |
| If you a grown lady then why you actin all childish? |
| Bought a new Bentley, I don’t even gotta drive it |
| Parked outside so I jumped inside it |
| Lights frog-eyed'd, the seats cow hide’d |
| Private jet flying, smoking kush with the pilot |
| Head so good that it keeps me smiling |
| Forgiato rims so I keep on sliding |
| So icey boss so I keep on diamonds |
| And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming |
| 2 Pac taught me to keep on riding |
| Biggie Smalls says yo mama be cryin |
| Owe me money and you keep on lyin |
| I’m a grab my gun, I’m a keep on firin |
| Ball so hard I can touch the sky |
| I can’t even lie, I don’t wear levi’s |
| Goon came in and you took up yo chain |
| Fuck them niggas I’m a keep on mine |
| Your girl so fly and she gonna on wine |
| I ain’t gonna tell you, nigga one time |
| Slide in with me, you can come in free |
| Or you can stand and freeze in that long ass line |
| I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline |
| I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean |
| I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene |
| Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me |
| She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) |
| Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) |
| Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) |
| If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch) |
| Riding down to crest and the Bentley Mulsanne |
| Little hand choppa and the big weed bong |
| Born by myself, I don’t need no one |
| If you don’t got no enemies, make you some |
| Sometime money can make you dumb |
| Money on yo head, better get yo gun |
| Broke ass nigga can’t even make bond |
| I don’t trust that bitch, money make er cum |
| Flyin to the nigga, tryna go to the prom |
| Smokin on kush like fuck my lungs |
| None of these hoes can’t meet my mom |
| At the end of the day you want a suck her son |
| Leather jacket on so I feel like Fonzi |
| I ain’t never ever had so much fun |
| 500 $ gun and a million on jewels |
| And I wet yo ass up like you jumped in the pool |
| Feds wanna get me just like Ja Rule |
| Five bad bitches, that’s deja-vu |
| Wutchu gonna do with them scraps on you? |
| And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view |
| Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2 |
| All this money can’t fit in these Tru’s |
| This a T neck so my neck hurt too |
| But I pity the fool tryna try my crew |
| I ain’t makin' this shit up, ho I ain’t Maybeline |
| I got some shit off in my cup that’s gonna make ya lean |
| I told er cool it, please don’t make a scene |
| Cause I’m a fool with it, this is every day for me |
| She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) |
| Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) |
| Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) |
| If you don’t like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch) |