Big Tymers - Still Fly Lyrics

(Baby)

What's up Fresh it's our turn baby

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's ok, cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

(Baby)

Gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl let's ride

You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, coogi sweater twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy I fly in any weather

Aligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1 don't tangle and twisle
When it come to these cars I am that n****

The gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in tha middle
Its Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
We shine like paint daddy this our summer

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's ok, cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

(Fresh)

Have you ever seen the crocidile seats in the truck
Turn around and sit it down and let em bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani,
With Your baby moma playa is where u can find me

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadilac Escalade with the chromed out nose with the navigation arrow headed straight to your spot where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot

Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Suma tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that

I'ma show you some shit when you press that button
The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's, and then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's ok, cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala Loud pipes, Drinkin' that Hen
It's the birdy birdy man I'll do it again
In the Cadilac truck 24's with 10's

Lookin' at my Gucci its about that time
6 bad broads flyin' in at 9
New suburban truck with the porno showin'
Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer

Mommy that's your truck
I'm coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top

The rims keep spinnin every time I stop
I got a superman benz that I scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
But that's ok, cause I'm still fly

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