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lloyd banks - young fly flashy lyrics

l’s from every corner steam up
told myself just 10 more years and i should be clean
but i’m a fiend, smoke so much purple i sh-t green
b-tches tryin to face time naked, i need a split screen
top dollar to the mechanics so the beamer’s sit mean
i give you six or seven hundred, i can dream of 16
69 never! ma you gon’ do me and i’m done
see you gon’ find better, see if i mind i’m not the one
bougie hoes blitzin, they sprintin when they get my calls
look at y’all trickin, same p-ss different stall
me i’m never slippin, it’s pimpin when i get involved
i’m lookin like chicken, they hungry and you give of course
cold cash triple porsche, another n-gg- lost
a low p-ss get exhaust, a hoe’s -ss isn’t yours
bullsh-t on my line, the sour got me gettin by
the best you can find, i feel like i’m in the sky
old school impala spoken, s’a lil’ momma open
o.g. by the pound i puff, i’m never tired of smokin
we gon’ light up all the sh-t until it’s re-up time
coppin chronic so long, the weed dealer can read my mind
shorty hawkin, she’ll be with the team in time
fattest -ss i ever seen, she done made a demon bomb
pulled up on her smoother than the magazine i seen her on
music up loud, cause i ain’t got to beep the h-rn

[chorus: x2]
i’m a young high, dumb fly, gettin money n-gg-
n-gg- dumb high, young fly, gettin money n-gg-
i’m, i’m a young, i’m a a young, i’m a young…
… n-gg- dumb high, young fly, gettin money n-gg-

uh! thirty bottles later and i’m stumblin out; b-tches with me
-ss and t-tties comin out the nightclub like mahala house
i know i’m in trouble, cause she moppin from the p-ssenger
i think i’m seein double, their -sses’ll back the traffic up
funny thing – i’m thinkin ’bout money while it’s happening
my p-ssion, she took it all down, don’t need a napkin
ask me if i give a f-ck if i’m a see her again
i ain’t your friend, i ain’t got a pot to pee in or lend
b-tch i’m a young fly, dumb high, stuntin #1 guy
rich n-gg-, swim tides, g’d ’em both in one ride
risk taker; i’m a need you to take a chance
close your don’t know nuttin mouth up while i lead you with the plan
plenty more on deck hoe i don’t need you i’m just sayin
this the perfect spot for both you and you ain’t gon’ get there playin
what’s my name? mr. i don’t love her, leave her when i f-ck
what’s my aim? spend that [?] remaining evening with these bucks

[chorus: w/ minor variations]

- lloyd banks lyrics

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