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keeng cut - fly lyrics

uggh x8
oh x4
uggh uggh

verse 1
(keeng cut)

high! something like a drone or a satellite/
fly! to be greater all you got to do is/
try! they talkin’ bout which rapper g-y, but n****/
i! don’t give a f*** about none of that/
keeng cut bout 6 zeros with 70 all in front in of that/
only time people call my phone is when they want something and i ain’t feelin’ that/
i hit steph i got tired of wreckin’ my d-mn self on all my songs/
he said “get ‘keem up on that ho” said you sho right cuz he can’t go wrong/
i was on 46 with a cd and a dream half the n***** on my team sold crack or sip lean/
wanna run for the mayor but the p-ss is cloudy/
but every jewel that i spit be the opposite/
i’ma world culture king need a lot of s***/
need a lot of places f-ck a lot of faces/
need better attorneys but i don’t catch no cases/
slip on alexander mcqueen no shoelaces/
always got to go hard can’t be complacent/
want the big mall with the movie theater adjacent/
walk-in vaults and bars for wine tasting i’m so impatient cuz i slept in a bas-m-nt/
now i’m scaring these sucker -ss rappers like jason/
building north tulsa like a d-mn brick mason i’m in my own lane and i’m always racing/
i’m higher than a b**** every day a vacation fly/

hook

fly spittas wrecking beats (knoimtalmbout?)/
fly n***** off that nst (knoimtalmbout?)/
fly playas out here doing they thang/
it’s just that flavor keeng, yung lyfe and buddy the brain (i,i,i)
(repeat)

verse 2
(steph simon)

playas choice what i’m sippin’ in the back of the pony politickin’/
zo strip for my chicken yo b**** in my business/
tell her fall back like an altar call i’m too fly i could never fall/
even if i did hit the ground hard that got it out the mud like a groundhog/
started with a 50 pack and a sharpie now you see a n***** name on the marquee/
all cuz i got aim like a marksman n***** try to knock me a turn around and mock me/
i thought i had one child took a risk with the last one thou/
gotta flip it like a hundred times, i just want to make pimp c proud/ big pimpin in the brady district til we pullin up in mercedes-benzes/
gold on me like an egyptian stepping out raw like i need mixing/
world culture put the globe on game til b**** stop spinning/
i ain’t worried about appearance long as that b**** run gotta have that engine/
only run with the winners same n***** that we lost with paid the cost with/
now we all on some fly s*** it cut a check on some boss s*** it don’t stop b****/
on the canopy looking fresh like a mannequin charlie red i’m a flavor king/
it’s going down in history double s, hakeem and keeng oooh/

hook

verse 3
(hakeem eli’juwon)

i’m thinking bout bread with no limits to spending/
i’m standing on something to me it’s expensive/
i came from the bottom i’m still at the bottom p-ssy boys hating but don’t know the problem/
no way to call it so i roll up the kush and get back to the ballein’/
my vision so illy i’m sick with it b**** slobbing all on my d-ck like it’s licorice/
when i went to go get the b**** she was p-ssenger side with me puffin the middleton/
i still remember the freeway, she gave me top for the whole ride/
i think i’m jeezy i brought the church to the street so you better believe me/
one double o how i keep it (aye) i know you smell what i’m chiefin/
i only f*** with the gas i probably blow through the bag just/
tulsa world got it poppin’ we ripping and running and execute options/
the town going up and we king in the under/
was stuck in the hood with my stomach on hunger/
i had to get out and get up my on my hustle/
cts livin’ the s*** on the reala/
i remember trying to make do with no training/
had to learn the game in the hardest way but i’m still living i’m thankful/
these n***** try to up rank you like they really can’t get stanky/
i’m at king kiss my cane break my bread off ho thank you/
you see co$t to smoke tulsa world bout that knowledge n*****/
we the truth in the game we ain’t into the hype/
we take yo mic and we turn up your life this is my testament f*** your irrelevance/
keeno, hakeem and steph simon like veterans/
i can’t be seen with you p-ss-es you f*** n***** can’t get no bread with me/

outro
(keeng cut)

its just that flavor keeng, yung lyfe and buddie the brain
uggh 17x
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