Ghostface Killah, Sun God, Shawn Wigs - Fly Everything lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Sun God, Shawn Wigs - Fly Everything lyrics]
Let's go, baby, let's go yo
Big paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast
To stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers
Back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals they
Get chills when on the heels of a killa
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas
Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy
Wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou
One hell of a bio
I live that life you can stuff in the vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
Tony wrist game water like it
Was dipped in the Nile
Forty-inch cable is fatal
(Uh, huh) , I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch
The red dot on the label
If Chi Town is Chiraq
Staten Island is Beirut
All we want's the dead presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you
Speakin' to excellence (Yo)
I probably left a couple scenes
But that's only through back exit's
Mommy cryin', homie died
Couldn't make it past eleven
Twenty-one, twenty gun salute
Bring him back in seconds off that juice
Hang 'em off the roof how
Niggas send a message we be wildin'
Keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us
Off the line and get your homie
Clapped just for sending texts
Every spot Mr jJ Watt
Known to get them Texans
Quiet down, everybody now
God gon' send a message
In my country for what you worth
But you ain't life threatenin'
You ain't running
Just drag your feet 'cause
You ain't light stepping
Send 'em all to come dim your lights
You gon' need a light expection
Just give 'em a couple shots
We gon' give 'em light injections
I'm cleaning these niggas messes
But soon as I switched my groove
Got out and moved
These niggas became the death wish
Niggas became reckless, young
Black and flexin'
Nigga (Young, black and flexin')
All we want's the dead presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you
Speakin' to excellence
Big paper, skyscrapers
The black Jerry Buss, I can buy the Lakers
Fly everything
Stand on the Bentley and toast
To stones in every ring
Forty helicopters with choppers
Back to Medellín
Undercover task force reveals they
Get chills when on the heels of a killa
Way iller with his mask off
Three stooge of these niggas
Leave 'em in the dust on the crash course
I don't even ask for the pussy
Wizzes pass off
Cinco de Mayo, I'm into the bayou
One hell of a bio
I live that life you can stuff in the vial
Black 590 Mossberg'll knock off your smile
Tony wrist game water like it
Was dipped in the Nile
Forty-inch cable is fatal
(Uh, huh) , I need a neck brace
The gold I wore'll weigh more than your table
Jameson bags of scotch
The red dot on the label
If Chi Town is Chiraq
Staten Island is Beirut
All we want's the dead presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you
Speakin' to excellence (Yo)
I probably left a couple scenes
But that's only through back exit's
Mommy cryin', homie died
Couldn't make it past eleven
Twenty-one, twenty gun salute
Bring him back in seconds off that juice
Hang 'em off the roof how
Niggas send a message we be wildin'
Keep the toolie on us case you wanna check us
Off the line and get your homie
Clapped just for sending texts
Every spot Mr jJ Watt
Known to get them Texans
Quiet down, everybody now
God gon' send a message
In my country for what you worth
But you ain't life threatenin'
You ain't running
Just drag your feet 'cause
You ain't light stepping
Send 'em all to come dim your lights
You gon' need a light expection
Just give 'em a couple shots
We gon' give 'em light injections
I'm cleaning these niggas messes
But soon as I switched my groove
Got out and moved
These niggas became the death wish
Niggas became reckless, young
Black and flexin'
Nigga (Young, black and flexin')
All we want's the dead presidents
Take measurements
You follow the old, we makin' new testaments
Supreme specimens, Wu Tang regiments
Watch your mouth when you
Speakin' to excellence