gucci mane - fly shit lyrics
[intro: lloyd]
young lloyd
aye holiday we got one
zone 6, east atlanta stand up
aye baby you know how much this motherf-ckin car cost?
don’t spill nothing in my sh-t
[chorus: lloyd]
i ain’t makin’ this sh-t up, ho i ain’t maybeline
i got some sh-t 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 sh-t (fly sh-t, fly sh-t)
expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
just remember you in my sh-t (my sh-t my sh-t)
if you don’t like the rules then bye b-tch (bye b-tch, bye b-tch)
[verse 1: gucci mane]
higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist
you a bad b-tch, 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
f-ck them n-ggas i’m a keep on mine
your girl so fly and she gonna on wine
i ain’t gonna tell you, n-gga one time
slide in with me, you can come in free
or you can stand and freeze in that long -ss line
[chorus: lloyd]
i ain’t makin’ this sh-t up, ho i ain’t maybeline
i got some sh-t 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 sh-t (fly sh-t, fly sh-t)
expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
just remember you in my sh-t (my sh-t my sh-t)
if you don’t like the rules then bye b-tch (bye b-tch, bye b-tch)
[verse 2: gucci mane]
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 -ss n-gga can’t even make bond
i don’t trust that b-tch, money make er c-m
flyin to the n-gga, tryna go to the prom
smokin on kush like f-ck 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 -ss up like you jumped in the pool
feds wanna get me just like ja rule
five bad b-tches, that’s deja-vu
wutchu gonna do with them scr-ps 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
[chorus: lloyd]
i ain’t makin’ this sh-t up, ho i ain’t maybeline
i got some sh-t 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 sh-t (fly sh-t, fly sh-t)
expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds)
just remember you in my sh-t (my sh-t my sh-t)
if you don’t like the rules then bye b-tch (bye b-tch, bye b-tch)
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