Lyrics Fly Around - G Perico , Polyester
Five
percent
president
with
my
other
girl
Weavin′
through
traffic,
can't
be
spotted
by
my
other
girl
She
gon′
go
crazy,
the
love
turn
into
hatin'
When
I'm
in
the
club,
bring
Yak,
I′m
gettin′
dumb
faded
Gotta
show
me
something
'cause
the
talk
ain′t
'bout
nothing
It′s
going
one
way,
I'm
getting
paid
and
I′m
fucking
Million
dollar
fragrance,
I
ain't
the
one
to
play
with
If
I
shoot
a
nigga
down,
bitch,
you
better
not
say
shit
Long
days,
I
need
extra
hours
I
need
more
hatin'
ass
internet
cowards
Cross
the
line,
we
don′t
do
that
shit
them
niggas
do
Sack
chasing
suckers,
making
your
homies
look
stupid
2-0-1-7,
you
niggas
headed
in
the
wrong
direction
I′m
a
G,
you
fuckin'
with
a
veteran
Ride
under
streetlights,
on
the
late
night
No
knuckles,
boy,
we
havin′
AK
fights
Clear
blue
skies
and
fly
on
the
east
side
She
claim
to
be
bad
but
she
ain't
got
a
gun
We
gon′
pass
those
up
for
the
real
ones
You
can
keep
the
small
change,
bitch,
I
want
millions
I
fly
around
With
money,
bad
bitches,
and
some
fully
loaded
pistols
I
fly
around
Dodgin'
these
snitches,
chasin′
these
riches
I
fly
around
Pussy
pay
attention,
you
ain't
fuckin'
with
my
henchmen
I
fly
around
They
know
about
a
nigga
all
through
the
town
No
time
to
wait,
I
want
my
money
right
now
Bendin′
corners,
one
wheel
off
the
ground
Two
up
the
homies
and
you
know
we
finna
clown
This
for
my
home
girls
that
love
to
hold
it
down
This
for
my
home
girls
that
love
to
let
me
beat
She
hook
it
up
with
the
grits
and
the
G′s
She
look
fly
but
she
stay
lowkey
I'm
sippin′
wine
and
she
smokin'
on
trees
It′s
eighty
degrees,
she
all
on
her
knees
Palm
steady
itchin'
like
the
motherfuckin′
trees
With
my
locs
in
the
streets,
you
niggas
can't
compete
Run
that
mouth
way
too
much,
it
get
deep,
uh
In
the
Beamer
with
my
nigga
G
Pull
out
a
Newport,
like
Too
$hort,
I
peep
out
the
scenery
Where
the
killers?
Where
the
thugs?
Where
them
hoes
at?
We
in
the
building,
cold
chillin',
neck
froze,
huh
I
think
it′s
′bout
time
we
get
another
bottle
Send
my
bitch
'cause
she
lookin′
like
a
model
Yeah,
we
gon'
fly
around
the
city
all
drunk
Blowing
pounds,
straight
pounds
if
a
nigga
want
funk
And
I
be
getting
faded
Uncle
Elroy,
you
know
I′m
X-rated,
but
Won't
ever
catch
me
movin′
out
the
city
'Cause
a
true
boss
hog
stay
shady
I
fly
around
With
money,
bad
bitches,
and
some
fully
loaded
pistols
I
fly
around
Dodgin'
these
snitches,
chasin′
these
riches
I
fly
around
Pussy
pay
attention,
you
ain′t
fuckin'
with
my
henchmen
I
fly
around
They
know
about
a
nigga
all
through
the
town
No
time
to
wait,
I
want
my
money
right
now
Bendin′
corners,
one
wheel
off
the
ground
Two
up
the
homies
and
you
know
we
finna
clown
This
for
my
home
girls
that
love
to
hold
it
down
This
for
my
home
girls
that
love
to
let
me
beat
She
hook
it
up
with
the
grits
and
the
G's
She
look
fly
but
she
stay
lowkey
I′m
sippin'
wine
and
she
smokin′
on
trees
Still
get
back
at
you
man
You
know
the
old
heads
used
to
tell1
me
on
Sunset
Behind
Denny's,
many
moons
ago,
man
"You
know
a
duck
can
barely
fuck
for
a
buck
You
gon'
spend
more
time
breakin′
a
bitch
jaw
Than
the
bitch
purse,
man."
See
about
it
you
fuckin′
dog
head
bitch
Only
your
mother
could
love
you
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1 Tha Intro
2 Affiliated
3 Go
4 Everybody
5 What Up Cuz
6 World On Wheels (Interlude)
7 I Love Thots
8 Fly Around
9 Send Her Home
10 Amerikkka
11 One Two
12 Mind Yours
13 Tha Outro
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