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sy ari da kid – i’m flyin’ lyrics

[intro-sy ari da kid (dae dae dunkin)]
yeah, yeah, yeah i’m flying
(i’m sitting on mars with the stars n-gga) (flying high)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(squad, squad)

[hook-sy ari da kid]
f-cking with a real n-gga
my face card
so a.1
don’t try ‘em
sitting on cloud nine
i’m so high
no lie
i’m flyin’
they know we them real n-ggas
my face card
so a.1
don’t try ‘em
sitting on cloud nine
i’m so high
take off
i’m flyin’

[verse 1: dae dae dunkin]
(squad, squad)
i’m on my fly sh-t
counting tons of cash (too much)
swear to god man i’m running out of duffle bags (i need some more)
i f-ck with arrogant twin towers still standing
throwing stacks of my money keep these hoes doing the rain dance
and dae dae still the f-cking man
f-ck you saying?
n-ggas in the little league still pitching under hand
guess i’m swagged up, and my block on
gucci belt diamonds same color popcorn

[verse 2: wooh da kid]
wooh da kid
be f-cking off my face card
they like you can f-ck my girl like i’m basedgod
sitting on cloud nine turned up
100 blunts back to back got me burnt up
flying past them haters in my two seater
black n-gga, black chain, black wife beater
kid got a n-gga right, me and dae dae
ain’t sh-t free, on dg pay me

[hook]

[verse 3: sy ari da kid]
b-tch i’m flying high as f-ck, i don’t even smoke
catching big fish, i might need a boat
in my driveway is where your girl car be
cut the cameras you ain’t finna world star me
i’m a true dude
i make the crew move
why your youtube only got 2 views?
we ain’t dropping b-tches off tell her call a cab
last n-gga ran up on me, wanted an autograph

[verse 4: riff raff]
rap game peyton manning indianapolis colts
running keys through jamaica, usain bolt
i can sip syrup in the underworld
i can pour a deuce in a thunderbird
seats crocodile with the cheetah pattern
watching family matters eating shrimp fajita platters
johnny hates jazz, shattered dreams
might touchdown in your city like a football team

[hook]

[verse 5: sean t–zy]
what’s real? i’ma tell you real
i do me f-ck how you feel
getting high sh-t, i might as well
n-gga lie to yourself only time will tell
don’t see me n-gga learn braille
the loudest n-ggas turn frail
young n-ggas that’ll burn sh-lls turn a fat kid into slim kel
i am legend
headache with no excedrin
leaving the club at five got to be up by seven
i’m praying to heaven we don’t end up like 9/11
i’m teching tagging these b-tches
p-ss one straight to my brethren

[verse 6: bambino gold]
bambino i’m a real king
i’ve got new weave
robin blue jeans i’m with the money team
late at night i see dead people
i’m like a money zombie rubber band hundreds
comma, comma, comma
bankrolls after bankrolls
i keep running through rubber bands i need more
just ran through 100 p’s n-gga ain’t nothing slow (100 pounds)
i’m on a low money high n-gga i’m never sober

[hook]

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