The Devil Wears Prada - Still Fly lyrics

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The Devil Wears Prada - Still Fly lyrics

What's up Fresh, it's your turn baby Gator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm still fly Gotcha car play gems on shine, said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride You the Number 1 stunna, and we're gonna glide And go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside Prowler Gucci full length leather, Bourbons cooler, Gucci sweater Twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy, I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly Number 1 don't tangle and twist When it come to these cars I am that fella The Gucci with the matching interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers, We shine like paint Daddy this our summer Gator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-cla** But that's alright cause I'm gonna ride Got everything in my momma's name But I'm hood rich da dada dada da Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck? Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite your bu*t See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani, With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose With the navigation arrow headed straight to IHOP Aunt Jemima really love me cause my syrup is so hot Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat T.V., where the horn go, boy can you top that? Ima show you some, rookie press that bu*ton The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden Four 15's didn't see no wire's, and then I heard 'boom' from the amplifiers Oh! Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins Impala Loud pipes, Bringing the mayhem It's the birdy birdy man I'll do it again In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's Looking at my Gucci it's about that time Six rad dudes flying in at nine New Suburban truck with paint job showin' Black and White and Red and Gold and Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer Momma that's your truck I'm coming up the hood been lovely Open up the top and I wake up the bubbly 430 lex with convertible top The rims keep spinnin' every time I stop I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back Gator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's OK, cause I'm still fly Got a quarter of tank gas in my new E-cla** But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my momma's name But I'm hood rich da dada dada da