So Fly

Its like sitting
In the ocean Call me from
The stars I could send you
And uber but it won't take
You far
Industry plants
They're doing
Their dance
Fl!cking their wrist
Their fl!cking they pants
I'm taking a flame
They taking a chance
Opp and then lock
And they takin my land we showing the ice
They getting the price
Getting producers to
Make it on splice
And cooking
And shookin
The hands of the lice creepin the music they
Actin nice
Hoes and b+tches
Ain't fallen for nice they takin thе money
They takin the chain
You driving thе skoda
The egg mayonnaise
We going bahamas
We staying for days
And f+ck the
Commercial
We calling the pilot
We taking the plane
Cuz im so fly its like sitting
In the ocean call me
From the stars i could call
You and uber but it won't
Take you far
F+ckin' my
Hoe in miami
She can't stop calling
Me daddy ooh ay
Told her to send
My the addy
I will pull up in a
Bullet proof caddy
Ooh ay, we
Having a three way
Because i got a
New baddie
Yeah i got a new baddy
She gon pull up
With the fatty

She grab my
D+ck like a lighter
P+ssy boy
He no fighter
If you don't
Run me that millie
I can find
P+ssy that's tighter
Every year
Pulling 8 digits
I might go
F+ck on a midget
If you don't
Send the postcode
You gon leave
With stitches
Few opps
On my belt
And they are all
F+cking snitches
All my opps are
F+cking snitches
Ay, ay, gonna buy
8 cribs fill em with
24 b+tches
Cuz im so fly its like sitting
In the ocean call me from
The stars i could call
You and uber but it won't
Take you far



Credits
Writer(s): Orson George Eyre Farley, Saul Eric Hendrick Zimdahl
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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