Steve DaMar, Illy - Fly as a fly lyrics
[Steve DaMar, Illy - Fly as a fly lyrics]
Ayo fareal I be in this mother fucker fly as
A motherfucking fly, and I’m bout to be
On some shit (yeah)
All these clouds got me believing I could
Motherfucking fly like R kelly I just might
Pee on a bitch (I believe I can fly)
A Nigga so cold that you might catch a cold
Got that drink
It make sure you don’t ever cough again
(that lean) i enter through her throat
Til I make it in her stomach
Basically I’m in all in her esophagus
I got a hard dick but I fuck
Her til I get soft again (yeah)
Always stay protected never
Worry bout the consequence
Used to be broke now I’m a handyman
Aim the tools at the lens of an opp
If he coming for my opulence (blah blah)
I was bred different and my bread different
Stacking papers like books yeah
I read different
Got yo body like a pencil put some lead in it
And yo homies ain’t do nothing bout it
They was letting it (fareal)
When my guns drawn you run away
Cause your guns drawn that mean it’s fake
Yea I stopped for a while but I’m popping
Like I was poppin then
Money isn’t always the key
To all the confidence
But it sure boosted mine when
I got alot of it
I remember when I used to sip the E&J
But that was back when I was a habibi
Now I sip hibiki that’s old
Enough to start drinking (21)
A motherfucking fly, and I’m bout to be
On some shit (yeah)
All these clouds got me believing I could
Motherfucking fly like R kelly I just might
Pee on a bitch (I believe I can fly)
A Nigga so cold that you might catch a cold
Got that drink
It make sure you don’t ever cough again
(that lean) i enter through her throat
Til I make it in her stomach
Basically I’m in all in her esophagus
I got a hard dick but I fuck
Her til I get soft again (yeah)
Always stay protected never
Worry bout the consequence
Used to be broke now I’m a handyman
Aim the tools at the lens of an opp
If he coming for my opulence (blah blah)
I was bred different and my bread different
Stacking papers like books yeah
I read different
Got yo body like a pencil put some lead in it
And yo homies ain’t do nothing bout it
They was letting it (fareal)
When my guns drawn you run away
Cause your guns drawn that mean it’s fake
Yea I stopped for a while but I’m popping
Like I was poppin then
Money isn’t always the key
To all the confidence
But it sure boosted mine when
I got alot of it
I remember when I used to sip the E&J
But that was back when I was a habibi
Now I sip hibiki that’s old
Enough to start drinking (21)