Shy Glizzy - Fly High lyrics

[Shy Glizzy - Fly High lyrics]

La música de Harry Fraud oh, oh, oh
Young Jefe, holmes

They tell you the world is yours and then
They make it hard to live
This money ain't accounted for, but bitch
I'm worth some M's i never doubted her
I seen it right from the beginning
And she came over here because
She really wanna win
She let me fuck her friend and
Now she wanna fuck again
And your thoughts must be broke if you
Don't think my bitch a ten
He thought life was a game until
It hit him on his chin
Your wife don't be wearin' her ring when
She be fuckin' 'round with him
30, 30, I miss you, yeah
I wish you would've answered that last call
OT Bam, I miss you, dawg


I still remember our last talk
Now that I do this shit for y'all
I'm just gon' let that bag talk
Pull up to Bank of America
Doin' a motherfuckin' cash walk, nigga

Fly high, fly high
They don't never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That nigga say he fucked for free, he lying
Fly high

They gon' pretend they love you
Crazy what that cash do
I'm in a fast coupe, gonna bust a fast move
I know some secrets 'bout you
But I never asked you
I blew a bag too, why you in a bad mood?
Kept it one hundred when I
Really could've trashed you
Steak cost a hundred, lil' bitch
They call it wagyu
Let's not forget 'bout all these
Niggas stealing swag too
Just like my pictures, ho, please
Stay up off my 'Gram, fool
I'm still chillin' in them trenches
With that 40 tucked he get to trippin'
I shoot like a Milwaukee Buck
Heard nigga bitchin', oh
She ain't pickin' up
I heard she ridin' with Young
Jefe in that Bentley truck

Fly high, fly high
They don't never trust they timing
Must be the reason all these niggas dying
Fly high, fly high
She into money, purses, and diamonds
That nigga say he fucked for free, he lying
Fly high

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