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#63,364 in subgenre
Peak #259
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Peak #485
Author
Beege
Uploaded
April 23, 2007
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MP3 4.1 MB • 192 kbps • 4:30
Lyrics
"So Fly"
{Talking+Hook 2x}
I can't see the ground, yet them suckas see I
Ain't goin down, better realize (I'm so fly)
Heard around town I'm a nice guy
That's no lie, better realize (I'm so fly)
{Verse One}
So fly, got me feelin like an air jet (jet)
Mic finesse the finest so I spare stress (stress)
Appealin to the masses like a president's address (dress)
Like milk my D feels good down ya esophogaus
With my best buds smokin the best bud
You dealin with the best when talkin the best drugs
Pseudo mathematicians to be specific
Simplistic, supply and demand means business
Cheifin the reefa like oh my jesus
Hatas gotta be high just to fly like Beege does
Sinaritas meet the chocha beata
Monkey beata, my banana I feed ya
My anger evident, thats somethin irrelevant
Nah forget it man, I'll give em somethin better then
Favorite contrands, every fiend knows medicines
Like the fans know me man what every doctor recommends
{Hook}
{Verse Two}
So fly, I'm so stuck on somkin on cloves
Blazin dro got me stoked and I'm stuck to the flo
Hyrdrocodones be the flight that I'm ridin on
Its the 4, from the O, lucky 7 area code
Football no but im in the zone inside my dome
Hatas gonna hate and my motto state: hate along
Nomadic nigga thirsty for a Red Bull drink
Didn't the need energy, copped a fresh pair of wings
I ain't flyin down, you gonna need the S.W.A.T. team
Failed high school chemistry, still work a triple beam
Stephen King me, the author of ya misery
Leave a scene clean so the streets rated me "G"
Cop the nose candy, numb from the puta
Sniff that aroma, inhale it like its yoga
Skeeted, paralized in my head and shouldas
D-boy dough, gotta make that Betty Crocker
{Hook}
{Verse Three}
Drivin round town, ridin 'round whip soundin loud
Those around hear surround sound when the tints down
Amp watts juggernaut, make them hatas back down
I'm the hype underground, NASA rapper star-bound
Done holdin back, lyrically woopin ass now
Act like ya producer, lay a bad ass beat down
Sometimes like a boxer other times like a mime
No communication but the fingers will explain
I love to make jams, baked from grams, excetera
Only time you get signed by middle finger gesture
Bringin down doors like suicide panels
Hard to decode, leave a coward feelin scrambled
Been overseas, Shisha for the weaka
Stay so fly, Hashish is my pleaser
Fly like Tweety how the pussy always chase me
You gotta be fly to make Tunes this Looney
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