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How Fly

 

How Fly

(album: How Fly - 2009)


[Curren$y:]
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang, stay rolling up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
And I'm trying to get Grease to smoke joints, man
Trying to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Uh, how fly, yeah (How fly), yeah

Uh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Getting dressed, sipping Rose' & OJ, light pulp
Looking like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and my rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
Kush smoking circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Uh, fuck you talking 'bout, Willis?
Yo' bitch fucking wit' Spitta 'cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night (Uh), smoke all day (Yeah)
Breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah

[Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa:]
This is how we do (How we do)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you (Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed (Uh)
No need to bring her through (Uh)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I had a dream that I was smoking California weed
And brother, I tell her give me what I need
Pull up in car service, flying private when I leave
I'm chilling, two pretty women who speaking Japanese, nigga, please
I'm selling out concerts, some 501 pants that sag
Zig-Zags and my Converse
Spitta to my left, let him hit the bong first
Lame nigga asked if he get a hit
Little do he know that's a guaranteed way to get skipped
I find beautiful women and politic
Waking up, still drunk, feeling sick
I'ma smoke one with you, roll another one for the whip
Listening to my brand new shit
My doors suicide, though my trees big chop provided
Fly society, and Taylor Gang or get hanged
Smoking weed with your bitches when she told you she would never do it again

[Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa:]
This is how we do (How we do, haha, yeah)
Everyday chase money, make bitches chase you (Chase you)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Race to the club, hop out and valet the coupes (Valet the coupes)
Nigga, this is how we do (How we do)
Under the shade of the good trees, we stay cool (Stay cool)
Yeah, yeah, and if the bitch can't roll weed
No need to bring her through

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