FLY TO THE SOUTH
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Ooh Yeah Yeah
Ooh Yeah Shawty
Let's go the south my baby
Lied to her face
Now she know I ain't Christian
Told my little baby
Yeah, I was on a mission
Last time mama called she asked why you tweakin'
Talked to the preacher, yeah he know I'm seakin'
Walk with a triangle
Yeah, that's my secant
Talk about the fungi
Yeah, she know I'm peakin'
Lied to her face, she ask why you Christian
Wesleyan, thespian, you pedestrian (Yeah)
God damn band in my head
I am drippin' like a faucet, this my land yeah
Tweakin', peakin', seakin' off this shit, 2CB (Huh)
Life in pink, fake lovin' now I'm free yuh
Stupid ratchet bitch
She a rich dope fiend, yeah
Papi is a trumpy
Oh right she eat, nah
Fly her out the country
All I want LG
Stupid bitch said she loved me, yeah
Know she never have it
But I know she leakin'
Took her to the cribbo and I fucked all weekend
Be about that life or ball on hoes, Yao ming
Sippin' on this tea
Nah, it's chow mein, yeah
Life of the party, no Amiri jeans
Every shawty want it
She want to marry
Be about that life
Not a rich dope fiend
Papi was a trumpy, she cum from LG
Yeah, be about that life
Suckin' on my dick, I know she wanna hit the lights
Oh, I love her so I kissed her at the light
Hop out with my AK, KA running his mouth
Trying to see if we can fly to the south
Fly to the south
Flight, fly to the south
Yeah Yeah
Ooh Yeah Yeah
Ooh Yeah Shawty
Let's go the south my baby
Lied to her face
Now she know I ain't Christian
Told my little baby
Yeah, I was on a mission
Last time mama called she asked why you tweakin'
Talked to the preacher, yeah he know I'm seakin'
Walk with a triangle
Yeah, that's my secant
Talk about the fungi
Yeah, she know I'm peakin'
Lied to her face, she ask why you Christian
Wesleyan, thespian, you pedestrian (Yeah)
God damn band in my head
I am drippin' like a faucet, this my land yeah
Tweakin', peakin', seakin' off this shit, 2CB (Huh)
Life in pink, fake lovin' now I'm free yuh
Stupid ratchet bitch
She a rich dope fiend, yeah
Papi is a trumpy
Oh right she eat, nah
Fly her out the country
All I want LG
Stupid bitch said she loved me, yeah
Know she never have it
But I know she leakin'
Took her to the cribbo and I fucked all weekend
Be about that life or ball on hoes, Yao ming
Sippin' on this tea
Nah, it's chow mein, yeah
Life of the party, no Amiri jeans
Every shawty want it
She want to marry
Be about that life
Not a rich dope fiend
Papi was a trumpy, she cum from LG
Yeah, be about that life
Suckin' on my dick, I know she wanna hit the lights
Oh, I love her so I kissed her at the light
Hop out with my AK, KA running his mouth
Trying to see if we can fly to the south
Fly to the south
Flight, fly to the south
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Writer(s): Koosha Azim
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