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wiley - flick in the air lyrics

[chorus]
eastside got the ‘claren in the city (yep)
that’s us yep, taking the mickey (okay)
when the lambo drops, frightening
good ‘cause my life’s been trekking and hiking (jheez)
westside got the drip for the year (for the year)
bro said i been sick for the year
this run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘cause i gamble a pound like fl!ck in the air
fl!ck in the air
fl!ck in the air
fl!ck in the air
this run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘cause i gamble a pound like fl!ck in the air

[verse 1]
you don’t wanna walk through the fire with me
don’t be scared talk to the fire with me
throw your money in the air
heads come back, them coins
they’re coming with me
back to the village, come radio if you wanna get a spillage
i be the first to admit if i did it
spin a mc no ls, man go for the winnage
if you want to play with the fire, getting burnt might happen
i know this pattern like rob mccracken
all packs of knowledge i stack em
all you gotta do is not get caught lacking
don’t leave your bredrin, make sure you back him
tell your bro stay in his house, no capping
i’m outside, it’s chapping, yeah i’m outside it’s freezing
all the styles i bust, them man lease ‘em
they’ve been living off of barefaced treason
i bet i’m gonna win the prem this season
‘cause i’ve got the logic i win for no reason
drop top f-type season, say they don’t like me
yep i believe ‘em

[verse 2]
money goes down, money goes up
money makes man start going on f-cked
but if you let this money rule you
you’ll end up in a f-ckery, end up in a rut
end up in a banger and for no stripes
looking for the likes looking for the dislikes
into this year, a few mcs saw man and they try hitchhike
dead, leave them man in the past
it’s wiley and i’m getting ‘em hyper but
it’s wiley and i won’t get last
i will go bare face, i don’t wanna mask
i don’t want help when i’m going on a task
see me on the train, you can see me on the bus
see me in the car like an eastside boss
saying what the bumba, saying what the r-ss
yo, you can’t g-shock man
‘cause you man are some cheap-shot man
rocksteady and bebop man
fouled me at the basket, now i got free shots fam
you can’t g-shock man
you man are some cheap-shot man
rocksteady and bebop man
fouled me at the basket, now i got free shots fam

- wiley lyrics

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