The Pack Fly (Main Version - Explicit)

Fly (Main Version - Explicit)

The Pack

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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
It's a, it's a pass
Yeah, haha
Let's have some fun with this one, man
Bass boost
Yeah
Can't nobody tell me shit
I'm flyer than a bitch, man I'm flyer than my bitch
So you can say I'm cocky or I'm confident
But don't let a nigga tell you you ain't the shit
Haha, see, so you's a goddamn liar
Some nigga telling me that I ain't that fly
Get a lint brush, take your clothes to the cleaners
Get a couple bucks, get the Vans that's the cleanest
Yeah, $35.99
But to tell the truth you don't need a dime to shine
'Cause the real shine comes from what's inside
Insecurities and ego put that aside
Maybe you could really find you a friend who ride
Then you feel so fly that you might glide
The morals of the world which you must abide
SS to the death for the pack I ride, like
Fly
Don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
You go keep your head up in the sky
Dreams are the things that never die
Why, why am I so fly?
Cleaner than Webster, baby fly as my sweater
Don't let nobody tell you different, yeah whatever
I think different, they scared to be different
I dress different than you, I got different visions
Life the same shit, yeah it's different pimpin'
So don't be scared like whatever it's whatever
You don't like me, I don't care I ain't stressin'
Probably need me like salad with the dressin'
Haters everywhere like I should stay profession
Put my work in, I can talk about my blessings
Thank God, I stay fly like the Jetsons
Thank God, I stay fly like the Jetsons
Retro pimpin', your boy '87
Bounce back twice with the help of a reverend
Keep these fuckin' niggas guessin', yeah
Fly
Don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
You go keep your head up in the sky
Dreams are the things that never die
Why, why am I so fly?
Have you ever heard of fly young pimpin'?
Look in the Webster, I'm the definition
Fly guy, fly whip, always in a fly whip
That get a fly bitch always giving me tips
It's a cold world, so I'm a icebox
In the wolf pack, how you like that?
Sippin' Belvi, diamonds for the ice ass
Hit the sunlight drippin' like a faucet
I'm an idol, something like a twin set
Gun on the hip, get buff like a bench press
You don't want it with the kid, I'm a quick draw
Draw a picture with my words, call it clip art
Got a girlfriend nicknamed Cool Whip
Why? 'Cause she ride like a new whip
Smooth, cool, and it look good
I see that, yeah give me that
Fly
Don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
You go keep your head up in the sky
Dreams are the things that never die
Why, why am I so fly?
Stunna Man, 2-8, crack
Whoever would've thought I'd be stuntin' like this?
Whoever would've thought I'd be snatching your chick?
Stunna Man say the boy move sick
I ride big whips and I stack big chips
Can't wait for the fakes 'cause the haters ain't shit
Stay high, yeah I be so fly
Purp in my blunt, boy I be so high
You see the stretch Hummer, yeah that's up all night
I remember when I used to dream, look at the sky
Now I sit in first class and look down from the sky
Damn, now that's a transition
Shout out to my homie shorty help me with my pimpin'
Yeah, and don't be scared if you're different
'Cause really if you think they're the only ones gifted
2-800, Yeah they know I bang crack street
Gotta rep the hood and that's from Derby to AC



Writer(s): Keith Jenkins, Damonte Johnson, Lloyd Omadhebo, Brandon Mccartney Copyright: Young L Publishing


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