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tiggs da author & nines - fly ’em high lyrics

[intro: nines & tiggs da author]
i don’t know if you lot know but my guy tiggs is the man for the bangers, you know (ay ya mean)
ye+ye+ye+ye+ye (right)
ah, ye+ye+ye+ye+ye (ye+ye)
ah, ye+ye+ye+ye+ye (woo)

[verse 1: nines]
ah, whe+where i’m from n+ggas will sell your mum crack
i just spent half+a+milly on this re+up, we ain’t runnin’ out of packs
left jail, told all them n+ggas “i ain’t comin’ back”
then went straight to the kitchen, whipped up a hundred racks, ah (ooo)
“you ready for the tour?”, prezzy i was born ready
b+tch, i’m always high, every day’s like 4/20
i’m just try—, i’m just tryna get my money straight on this m+way
weight on me like i’m runnin’ late, ah
i ain’t boxin’ but i’m dealin’ white (white)
i ain’t replyin’ to these clowns online but it’s still on sight
these n+ggas probably rollin’ round with nangs
this sh+t i got could go for a thang, ah
that’s— that’s— that’s my gun not an erection
and if i pull it out you’d be runnin’ like an election
whoever said “nines ain’t a shooter”
don’t let me pull up, show ‘n’ prove like my producer
[chorus: tiggs da author]
ah, ye+ye
i remember nights in the bando, i remember nights in the trap (in the trap)
stove and a pyrex handle, they wanna know the price of the packs (aight)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo; prr)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo)

[verse 2: tiggs da author]
challange, runnin’ from the [?]
shut the lamp [?], shooter like [? violence]
sorry i’m in bail, shorty poppin’ pills
oh, that’s your girl, brudda, that’s a l (that’s a big l)
told you it was [?]
barely gon’ get high so we roll it
then i beat the p+ssy ’til it’s soakin’
shawty wan’ be wifed, must be jokin’
mm, na+na+ni (na+na+ni)
i’mma get to you, tryna love the ‘nani
how many times did i pass you to my dawgie
’cause he gave me food and i was starvin’

[chorus: tiggs da author]
ah, ye+ye
i remember nights in the bando, i remember nights in the trap (in the trap)
stove and a pyrex handle, they wanna know the price of the packs (aight)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo; prr)
fly ’em, we fly ’em high (woo+oo; ay ya mean)
[outro: tiggs da author]
bummy n+gga, f+ck away from me
ugly n+gga, f+ck away from me
p+ssy n+gga, f+ck away from me
i know, you no, gettin’ no money

- tiggs da author nines lyrics

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