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i'm fly - promonant lyrics

look in the mirror, godd-mnit i’m fly
b-tches wanna suck me everytime i walk by
i be witcho shorty and she says i’m that guy
i see why you mad it’s because i’m on fire
look in the mirror, godd-mnit i’m fly
b-tches wanna suck me everytime i walk by
i be witcho shorty and she says i’m that guy
i see why you mad it’s because i’m on fire

just got a fresh pair and a new fit. went to the mall just show off my kicks. i gotta bag you can tell by my wrist. yo n-gga mad he can’t do it like this. popped off a tag then i hopped in my whip. i got the swag, you can tell that i’m lit. broke with no cash you can’t get wit my cl!ck. that n-gga mad cause i pulled up with his b-tch. imma real -ss n-gga i gotta million to invest. all i do is run a check and keep finessing for it back. make a b-tch run a lap if she think imma call her back. you can’t hit me up no more when i put payton on the track aye! i gotta sack on me, i got the weight. i hit the booth and go cook up a tape. i am the truth ain’t no need to explain. i got the juice and it’s all in my veins. i got the sauce and i drip when i walk. i gotta foreign, i am a boss. i be on tour and i’m living large. you ain’t like that n-gga go get a job. put up them racks or shut up and get robbed. chap got the bl!cky and he wit the mob. i’m putting on this is not a facade. don’t tell a lie when you know i go hard. taking my time as i making my stance. run up a check and collect the advance. stop all that hating go get you a bag. stop all that flexing and run up them bands

look in the mirror goddamit i’m fly, there’s a stack and i can’t even lie. she f-cking with me cause she think i’m gone ride, she suck on my d-ck and i make her a side. i’m sorry lil baby you just ain’t my type, i like f-cking with dimes and you look like a five. but that -ss done got right so i’m still tryna pipe. (i’m f-cking!) d-mn. i got that bag and i got that check. 23 imma shoot you 23 in my clip, if i hop out the foreign you know what it is. do not do talking i’m blowing that sh-t, go to the mall just to walk on the strip. find a freak b-tch just to bust on her lip, and my uber outside so you know that she sick. guess she ain’t know this the life that i live, she tried to set me up but i trap with a stick. yeah she was mad i ain’t cuff but i’m all but a flip, she see that. she seen all this money she say that she need that, toss her a drug just to see where her knees at. where do you be at? pull up on you, i ain’t shooting for kneecaps. stop all that flexing and stop all that hating, just stack you a bag and stop being impatient. wolfing these looks, i ain’t pressed he been waiting. that b-tch bad to you but to me she’s just basic, stuffing her dutch i always be facing. run to the money you know i stay chasing, a brick on my wrist everyday switching faces. fat b-tches on me the suck it and taste it, cop me a foreign do the dash and start racing. can’t f-ck with no one cause everyone snaking, when push come to shove it you know i’m gone take it

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