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propain - way too fly lyrics

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[verse 1: propain]
she gon’ play with you, but not with pro
player, i got mind control, that boy [?]
pockets swole, be on the highway with the top exposed
yelling f+ck the fame, i’m on top of green like soccer goals
when you ride to that top, you see some rocky roads
then [?]
self made, born in that mud, but [?] rose
real n+gga [?]
[?] like papa joe
silance
[?] ke was knocking doors
i’ve been chasing money [?] flying through that b+tch like [?]
[?]
she older, but i’m poppy though
[?] now they say my name [?]

[verse 2: lil’ keke]
[?] i’m a true fly n+gga without a doubt
it’s decades of me getting paid and showing out
the drop still southern and classic, so nasty
610, 288, don’t never ask me
cali buds rapped in a conе, chiefing strong
[?] summertime k!lling thе zone and doing wrong
fresh pare of christions, i’m sliding
told a b+tch if she ain’t f+cking, sh+t, she ain’t riding
legend talk high when i’m breaking [?]
that’s a fact, plus a n+gga still acting [?]
[?] this the don, i’m fly as a pilot, can’t hide it
where i’m from, if the shoe fit, buy it
n+gga, try it
[verse 3: slim thug]
it’s the yes fresh, dressed to impress
rem on, slim grown, you messing with the best
stepping out tonight, i gotta show them who the flyest
gas [?], so you know who’s the highest
baby girl, come here, you need to be right by us
ain’t nothing but bosses and real n+ggas right beside us
ladies wanna try us, try to take us home and ride us
wanna treat us like your highness, ’cause our rides is the flyest
n+ggas stay solid, been solid in the streets
’bout to pick up a check, before i [?]
fat sweets [?] hard every puff
think a n+gga got that rona, ’cause i’m coffing too much
f+ck

[chorus: z+ro]
look at all these hoes
tryna get at me
but i don’t love these hoes
i’d rather smoke on cali
i’m way too high
and i’m way too fly

[verse 4: paul wall]
i’m higher than the price of a pint bottle
layed back with a model, making her head bobble
flyer than a swallo, and she swallo, gobble gobble
counting up that guapo, ’bout to hop in an el dorado
open up your mind, like [?]
me and my amanos got [?] avacatos
yeah the whole guacamole, pull up [?] smokey [?] big pokey
focused on me low key, smoking satellite and toakey
you [?] rolled up with the hating, you don’t know me
back to stacking more cheese, with z+ro and pro p’s
it’s paul wall, bbaby, i chuck the duse and holla kobe [?] trophy, baby
[verse 5: big pokey]
i’m way too high, i’m way too fly
smoking cali, rocking [?]
blowing top shelf exotics, the best of the best
getting chose by these hoes, i sware i’m a mess
i got a crush on the money, it’s the paper for me
i’ma grind and shine hard, til they [?]
i’m focused on [?] everything fall in line
[?] help a player get up off the grind
smoking weed all alone, i’m in my comfort zone
no distraction, mentally processing and getting my money on
sh+t, they say the hustle [?] money strong
[?]

[verse 6: lil flip]
i rock a rolex, but i ain’t got time, ho
so i grind more
ever since 94
i’ve been pimpin hard, keep the flyest clothes
i got two butlers, so i told them keep the wine cold
baby i’m raw, just like my cones, and i got 9 [?]
if i ain’t at the party, it ain’t poppin
i’m like [?] rari, the top, i chop it
look, i be chasing paper, ho
i’m courtside at the lakers floor
i’m courtside at the rockets floor
flip got a psychotic flow
it ain’t no pressure, you can keep on f+cking with them lames
’cause they ain’t saying a d+mn thing, like pootty tang
don’t let them instagram likes get you all hyped
come f+ck with a mob boss and i can change your life
[chorus: z+ro]
look at all these hoes
tryna get at me
but i don’t love these hoes
i’d rather smoke on cali
i’m way too high
and i’m way too fly

[verse 7: z+ro]
you know i got my [?] hat on
double breasted, gold head on my caine
gold head on my caine
listen
they like why my man got all that on?
n+ggas hating, but these hoes is on my thang
hoes is on my thang
see i just want the money, my n+gga
type of hustler sell education to a dummy, my n+gga
no [?] the full price, [?] my n+gga
top of the morning, at midnight it’s still sunny, my n+gga
yeah
solo dolo baby, i don’t need a team
i’m in a different tax braket, i sware i don’t need a theme
only see me when it’s time to eat, and then i flee the scene
and i’m not eating nothing at all, if i’m not eating clean
vandross

[chorus: z+ro]
look at all these hoes
tryna get at me
but i don’t love these hoes
i’d rather smoke on cali
i’m way too high
and i’m way too fly



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