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wiz khalifa & curren$y - how fly lyrics

[intro: curren$y]
uh, jets, n-gga, now where haven’t we?
taylor gang, stay rollin’ up them paper planes
yeah, yeah, jets, n-gga, now where haven’t we?
and i’m tryin’ to get grease to smoke joints, man
tryin’ to convert him to ez widers or zig-zags
before i get back to new orleans
uh, how fly, yeah (how fly), yeah

[verse 1: curren$y]
uh, same n-gga that i always been
mets hat with green under the brim
i shop in bulk, my closet a vault
gettin’ dressed, sippin’ rose’ & oj, light pulp
lookin’ like myself in my old easter photos
socks and my rugby is polo
stop, freeze, on three’s my low low
airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
kush smokin’ circles in my dojo
sneaker collector, i bring ’em out, kid
kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
uh, f-ck you talkin’ ‘bout, willis?
yo’ b-tch f-ckin’ wit’ spitta ’cause she like her stroke different
celebrate the moments of your life
we party all night (uh), smoke all day (yeah)
breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah

[chorus: curren$y & wiz khalifa]
this is how we do (how we do)
everyday chase money, make b-tches chase you (chase you)
n-gga, this is how we do (how we do)
race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (valet the coupes)
n-gga, this is how we do (how we do)
under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (stay cool)
yeah, yeah, and if the b-tch can’t roll weed (uh)
no need to bring her through (uh)

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
i had a dream that i was smokin’ california weed
and brother, i tell her give me what i need
pull up in car service, flyin’ private when i leave
i’m chillin’, two pretty women who speakin’ j-panese, n-gga, please
i’m sellin’ out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
zig-zags and my converse
spitta to my left, let him hit the bong first
lame n-gga asked if he get a hit
little do he know that’s a guaranteed way to get skipped
i find beautiful women and politic
wakin’ up, still drunk, feelin’ sick
i’ma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
listenin’ to my brand new sh-t
my doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
fly society, and taylor gang or get hanged
smokin’ weed with your b-tches when she told you she would never do it again

[chorus: curren$y & wiz khalifa]
this is how we do (how we do, haha, yeah)
everyday chase money, make b-tches chase you (chase you)
n-gga, this is how we do (how we do)
race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (valet the coupes)
n-gga, this is how we do (how we do)
under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (stay cool)
yeah, yeah, and if the b-tch can’t roll weed
no need to bring her through

- wiz khalifa curreny lyrics

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