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The Fly who couldn't Fly straight Lyrics - Artist : Westside Gunn
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Yeah Yo, Gunn, I'ma, I'ma just, I'ma just fuck around (Ayo) I got soul niggas, ain't gon' hide Think you that big stepper, fuck around, get your ankles tied I'm hot, boy, I'm from the depths of Hell where you can't survive A cold day feel like a good oven when bakin' pies I'm in that bitch chillin' like I sang about you were mine You got it bad You ain't gotta call me or hit my line, just "Brrr, hello?" The doc said I need tranquilizer New .40 got so much room And still inside, man "How you doin'?" (Bitch) Bunny hop off me when the money stop and check the ring See the blue moon like some runnin' cops Check the doors, doors butterfly like when tummy drops T with that Westside Gunn, you get ya' momma pop [Westside Gunn:] FLYGOD All red, lindell specs Lookin' like seven Jessy Raphael in the stretch corset Peace love, ayo, I'm kosher with the AK (Grr) My shooter in Louisia' Yé Dominique, goin' twenty years vacay I been on my own dick, fuck whatever they say I ain't calm, legend master my perfection And killin' shit effortless God-level flow, love the trench coat Vetements For fiends supreme pyrexs for measurements, devilish Thousand round drum, fun, your head spin Exorcist, treacherous [Tyler, The Creator:] If I was on that, niggas'll get slimed out Like egg yolk, I got some contacts that take your eyes out I don't play, that boy on timeout, the Cartier crash I blew the tires out then hopped out Like Leapfrog David, I'm out my mind now Got too much paper, went overtime, and I ain't sign out I'm that boy, if you need proof, press the rewind now Or go get a MAG, go get lost nigga And find out, I'm out here |
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