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the devil wears prada - still fly lyrics

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[big tymers cover]

what’s up fresh, it’s our turn baby

gator boots, with the pimped out gucci suit
ain’t got no job, but i stay sharp
can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
but that’s ok, cause i’m still fly

gotcha car play gems on shine, said it’s mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride
you da numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
and go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
prowler gucci full length leather, burbons cooler, coogi sweater
twenty inches pop my feather, the bird man daddy i fly in any weather
alligator seats with the head in the
inside
swine on the dash, g-wagon so fly
numba 1 don’t tangle and twisle
when it come to these cars my hands are faithful
the gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
it’s fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
we shine like paint daddy this our summer

gator boots, with the pimped out gucci suit
ain’t got no job, but i stay sharp
can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
but that’s ok, cause i’m still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new e-cl-ss
but that’s alright cause i’m gon’ ride
got everything in my moma’s name
but i’m hood rich da dada dada da

have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck?
turn around and sit it down and let em’ bite ya b-tt
see, the steering wheel is fendi, dashboard armani,
with your baby momma playa is where u can find me
pushing through the parking lot on 24’s cadillac escalade with the chromed out nose
with the navigation arrow headed straight to ihop
aunt jaimama likes me cause my syrup is so hot
put the caddy up, start the 3 wheel benz
hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
t.v. where the h-rn go, boy can you top that?
i’ma show you somethin rookie press that b-tton
the trunk went eh-eh and all of a sudden
4 15’s didn’t see no wire’s, and then i heard boom from the amplifiers

let me slide in the benz with the fished out fins
impala loud pipes, drinking that hen
it’s the birdy birdy man i’ll do it again
in the cadillac truck 24’s with 10’s
looking at my gucci it’s about that time
6 banders flying in at 9
new suburban truck with page up showin’
black and white and red and gold and
bodies on the roadster lexus you know with that hard top beamer
momma that’s your truck
i’m coming up the hood been lovely
open up the top and i wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
the rims keep spinning every time i stop
i got a superman benz that i scored from shaq
with a old school caddy with a diamond in the back

gator boots, with the pimped out gucci suit
ain’t got no job, but i stay sharp
can’t pay my rent, cause all my money’s spent
but that’s ok, cause i’m still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new e-cl-ss
but that’s alright cause i’m gon’ ride
got everything in my moma’s name
but i’m hood rich da dada dada da



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