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stay fly - dimiko lyrics

[chorus: dimiko]
i got to stay fly till i die riding around with the fire
so high i can touch the sky u a lie
asking me all these questions like u detective
i be quiet you can’t think your brains fried
all these murder allegations got me paying lawyer fines
i don’t get mad i just get cash u scared with your b*tch ass
i be in the trenches every time i’m in the city
my guns got titties dope i sold plenty
i don’t f*ck wit hoe n*ggas u a broke n*gga

[verse 1: dimiko]
these b*tches going to f*ck you all u need is monеy or sum clout
if you a opp to me ain’t no talking i’m go shoot you then watch you shout
ain’t worried bout a b*tch lеaving cause ima get money even when i die
dirty hoes act like they love you whole time they tryna rob you
remember her water broke i sold my car she was pregnant with arlin
now u can catch me in latest eating steak crab legs and lobsters
all these plugs and connections got me feeling like a mobster
mama and grandma raised a monster i am heartless
u n*ggas like to gossip running your mouth just like a b*tch
she told u she celebrate but she gave me that coochie to me wit a side of head
stinking hoes only want dollars u really just a prostitute
on the e way get out my way or i get to shooting out the roof
these b*tches don’t love u they only love what u can do
nowadays ain’t no loyalty snake just waiting to backdoor you
ain’t no love in this sh*t and i got the proof
real steppers i can make you disappear like poof
bout my chips ruffle i got money in a duffle
when they owe you they go duck u go make the chopper stutter
my girlfriend was tripping cus the waitress was trying to f*ck me
i don’t drip i slither b*tch you know that i’m that n*gga
ain’t in competition wit no n*gga if i was i’ll be winning
[chorus: dimiko]
i got to stay fly till i die riding around with the fire
so high i can touch the sky u a lie
asking me all these questions like u detective
i be quiet you can’t think your brains fried
all these murder allegations got me paying lawyer fines
i don’t get mad i just get cash u scared with your b*tch ass
i be in the trenches every time i’m in the city
my guns got titties dope i sold plenty
i don’t f*ck wit hoe n*ggas u a broke n*gga

- dimiko lyrics

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