The Pack

The Pack - Fly lyrics

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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 I'm confident

But don't let a nigga tell you

You ain't the shit (haha)

See see yous a got damn lie

Some nigga tellin me I anit that fly

Get a lint brush take ya clothes to the cleaners

Get a couple bucks get the vans the cleanest

Yeah $35.99 but to tell the truth

You don't need a dime to shine

Cus the real shine comes from wats inside insecurities and egos put that aside

Maybe you could realy find you a friend who ride

And you feel so fly that you might can 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 yo head up in the sky

Dreams are the things that never die

Why why am I so fly





Cleaner than west baby fly as my sweater

Don't let nobody tell you different

Yeah wat ever, I think different

Anit scared to be different

I dress different than you I got differnt visions

And lite the same shit yeah it's differnt pimpin

Don't be scared like wateva it's wateva

You don't like me I don't care I anit stressin

Prolly need me like salad with the dressin

Haters they mad like that's their profession

Put my work in I can talk about my blessins

Thank god I stay fly like the jetsons

Thank god I saty fly like the jetsons

Retro pimpin ya boy 87

Bounced back twice with the help of a revrene

Keep these fuckin niggas guessin yeah





Have you ever heared of fly young pimpin

Look in webster I'm the definition

Fly guy fly whip always in a fly whip

That get a fly bitch always givin me tips

It's a cold world so I'm a ice box

And the wolfpack how you like that

Sippin belvy diamonds for the ice yes

Hit the sun lite drippin like a foset

I'm a idle something like a trensay

Gun on the hip get buff like a bench press

You don't want it with the kid I'm a quick draw

Draw put you on my word call it clip art

Got a girlfriend nickname cool whip

Why? cus she rides like a new whip

Smoove cool and it look good

I see that yeah gimme that





Who eva would of thought I'd be stuntin likd this

Who eva would of thought I'd be snatchin yo chick

Stunna man say the boy move sick

I ride big whips and I stack big chips

Stay away from the fakes cus the haters anit shit

Stay high yea I be so fly

Purple in my blunt boy I be so high

You see the strecth hummer yea that's up all night

I remeber when I used to dream look at the sky

Now I sit in 1st sit and look down from the sky

Dayum now that's a transition

Shout out to my homie shorty help me with pimp

And don't be scared if your different

Cus really if you think

Them the only ones gifted

2800 you ain't noe I bag krack st.

Gotta rep the hood that's where diri be the ac










                   
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