4 Thirty - I'm Fly | Текст песни

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• I'm Fly

[Rah:]
Hey hip hop
I see what you doing
4thirty ain't mad at you neither
Let's do this

[Hook: Rah]
Look at my wrist
Look at my kicks
Look at my neck
Bitch look at my fit
Let em' know that I'm fly ah ah ah ah ah ah
Let em' know that I'm fly ah ah ah ah ah ah

Look at my wrist
Look at my kicks
Look at my neck
Bitch look at my fit
And let em' know that I'm fly ah ah ah ah ah ah
Let em' know that I'm fly
These hoes won't leave me alone

[Prolyfic:]
Off in tha spot
Everybody come round'
Them hoes gettin' low
Them niggas know we bout to show out
26's sittin high
Followed by them harleys
Loud pipes
Neon lights
Reppin' for New Orleans
Chain hang low
Nigga wrist game awesome
Aviator lenses
I am Pro slash Marley
Puffin on that good good
Got me kinda cautious
Fukin with lil mama
Think my swagga got her nauseous
Louie in my bottle
Patron in ha cup
Hand on my dick
45 by my nuts
I'm so fly
Fly higher than the average
Pocket full of money
Got my true religions saggin'
Drunk then a muthafucka
Stuntin' like my pappy
A couple thousand ones up in tha air
Yea we got cabbage
4Thirty hood
Prolyfic
I'm a savage
Niggas get ya money up
Bitches shake ya asses

[Hook]

[Chris:]
Fresh as I'm Is (I'm is)
Monday thru Sunday
Too fly for the ground
Point me to the runway
That frequent flyer milage
The whip on autopilot
That testarossa sliding
Got tha baddest xxxxxxx jockin'
Phenomenon
Two steppin with my jewelry on
Nobody eat except for me (me)
Ramadan
Incase tha drama on
I keep tha lima on
By the waist
Close by like a cummerbund
I'm in the club
I'm sensing static
Cause hatas now a days
They gotta show xxxxx xxx ness
The main reason why I gotta keep that ratchet
And that only leads to caskets (So Tragic)
I scoop a bad bitch
Face like Rihanna
Her lip gloss poppin
A bad lil mama
Yo dougie just to ugly
Dats why ya girl love me
Yo dougie just to ugly
Dats why ya girl love me

[Hook]

[Rah:]
Pull up to the club
Get the truck valeted
24"s on it
Make it do ballet
Tip the nigga a hunid(hundred)
Told em take care me
U ain't seen xxxx yet
So listen to me narrate
Step up in the club shorty lookin at me
Yea I'm leaning on that mud
I just poored up a three
Feeling flyer than a pilot
While u low to my feet
Louie v (vuitton)cover my body
From my head to my sneaks
I'm
Higher than a plane
Watch my wings emerge
Residing in the clouds
Flyer than the birds
(the birds)
The bird bird bird
The bird is the word
Yea
The bird bird bird
The bird is the word
Uuh!
Swagga out the wazoo
Bitches feel the xxxx
In the middle of the dance floor
Killing shit
Killing shit?
Yeah killing shit
Dj run that thing back man I'm feeling this

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