Styles P - How I Fly (Remix) lyrics

[Styles P] This is how I fly Ha Bubonic'd up, sauerkraut. (sssh!) You know what'll light the way when the power's out You know? Mary Jane, Oh Mary Jane (oh) Need to change her hair color, got a brand new name (see ya!) I love it when you gain them pounds (love it) Cause my attitude s**s when you ain't came 'round. (uh) They can judge, but they don't blow (uh-uh) But "It's Something About Mary" that they don't know (they don't know) Got me open like Ben Stiller! (oh) Lookin' for my lighter cause my friend got k**er (uhh) Handin' him a Dutch, roll a ten my nilla, (fo' real) Know what I'd do with all of my scrilla [Hook: Avery Storm] This is how I flyyy Tryna get loose so I light the light Tryna get right so light the lighter I'mma be cool once I'll finally fly It's alright once you light that fire This is how I fly Tryna get loose so I light the light Tryna get right so light the lighter And I'mma be cool once I'll finally fly It's alright once you light that fire This is how I fly [Currensy] OG cush in a gla** jar Inspired of rhymes, they buy the fast cars No rap star, not by far dawg You tryna have my smoke and keep my lights on So when them hoes walk through their mind My closet full of kids, putting my crew mix on Taking pictures of my sh**, wearing my chain Weeded out their brains, High Hefner Backseat of the '99 Continental T Giving my driver directions Living like I've been here before Some b**hes, they trim it for my partners they grow [Hook] [Nitty Scott] Now you're high, clubbed I the sky Better court or fighting marshal when my team walked by Cause Styles brought a package from the hood pharmacologist Doctor break the bedroom down, roll me up a document And it ain't nothing, we just rolling stoned Getting fly up and slide up in the family stone Puff to my pillow, getting serious head I just wake up and I bake up, call it breakfast in bed Hey, you already know that my kush cologne It's a little too strong for you to be putting on I'll show you how to make a whole ounce disappear We sold out, you probably hear it in your head You rather stunt in the club, I rather chi funk'd up Catch some munchies and I hit the bodega for brog So twist that sh**, light that sh**, smoke These backwards got me so it's blunts I'mma tow, wathup? [Hook] [Outro: Avery Storm] This is how I fly