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Fly

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fly fue lanzado el 30 de octubre de 2007 por Up All Nite Music como parte del álbum Based Boys

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumBased Boys

Fecha de lanzamiento30 de octubre de 2007

Sello discográficoUp All Nite Music

IdiomaEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM104

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

The Pack

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

K. Jenkins

Composición

D.Johnson

Composición

Lloyd Omadhebo

Composición

Brandon McCartney

Brandon McCartney

Composición

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Young L

Producción

Leslie Brathwaite

Leslie Brathwaite

Ingeniería de mezcla

Justin Trawick

Asistente de ingeniería

Letra

Yeah, yeah (La-la-la)

Yeah, yeah (Ba-ra-ra-ra)

La-la-la-la, it's, it's a bad

(I don't mind, I don't mind)

Yeah, haha

(I don't mind, I don't mind)

Something new with this one

(I don't mind, I don't mind)

Based Boys, yeah

La-la-la-la

Can't nobody tell me shit

I'm flyer than a bitch, man, I'm flyer than my bitch (Hey)

So you can say I'm cocky, I'm confident (Aha)

But don't let a **** tell you you ain't the shit (Nah)

See, see, you's a goddamn lie (Damn lie)

Some **** telling me I ain't that fly (What?)

Get a lint brush, take ya clothes to the cleaners

Get a couple bucks, get the vans the cleanest (Hey)

Yeah, $35.99, but to tell the truth?

You don't need a dime to shine (Eh-eh)

'Cause the real shine comes from what's inside (Yes)

Insecurities and egos put that aside (That aside)

Maybe you could really find you a friend who ride (B!)

And you feel so fly that you might can glide (Yeah)

The morals of the world which you must abide (Must abide)

S.S. to the death, for The Pack I ride like (For The Pack I ride)

Fly, don't let nobody tell you, "You ain't fly." (You ain't fly)

You go, keep yo head up in the sky (In the sky)

Dreams are the things that never die (That never die)

Why? Why am I so fly?

Cleaner than west baby, fly as my sweater

Don't let nobody tell you different, yeah, whatever (Yes)

I think different, ain't scared to be different

I dress different than you, I got different visions

And light the same shit, yeah, it's different pimpin'

Don't be scared, like whatever it's whatever

You don't like me? I don't care, I ain't stressin'

Prolly need me like salad with the dressin'

Haters they mad like that's their profession

Put my work in, I can talk about my blessings

Thank god I stay fly like the Jetsons

Thank god I stay fly like the Jetsons (Fly like the Jetsons)

Retro pimpin ya boy '87

Bounced back twice with the help of a reverend

Keep these fuckin **** guessing, yeah

Fly, don't let nobody tell you, "You ain't fly." (You ain't fly)

You go, keep yo head up in the sky (In the sky)

Dreams are the things that never die (That never die)

Why? Why am I so fly?

Have you ever heard of fly young pimpin?

Look in Webster, I'm the definition

Fly guy, fly whip, always in a fly whip

That get a fly bitch always givin' me tips

It's a cold world, so I'm a ice box (Hey)

And the Wolfpack, how you like that (Hey)

Sippin' Belvy diamonds for the ice, yes (Hey)

Hit the sun, lite drippin like a faucet (Haha)

I'm an idol, something like a trendset

Gun on the hip, get buff like a bench press (Yess)

You don't want it with the kid. I'm a quick draw (Ha)

Draw put you on my words, call it clip art (Hey)

Got a girlfriend, nickname Cool Whip

Why? 'Cause she rides like a new whip

Smoove cool, and it look good

I see that, yeah, gimme that

Fly, don't let nobody tell you, "You ain't fly." (You ain't fly)

You go, keep yo head up in the sky (In the sky)

Dreams are the things that never die (That never die)

Why? Why am I so fly?

Yeah, still a man

2008, crack

Whoever would have thought I'd be stunting like this

Whoever would have thought I'd be snatching yo chick, haha

Stunna man say the boy move sick

I ride big whips, and I stack big chips

Stay away from the fakes, 'cause the haters ain't shit (They ain't shit)

Stay high, yeah, I be so fly (Uh-huh)

Purp in my blunt boy, I be so high (I be so high)

You see the stretch Hummer yea that's up all night (That's up all night)

I remember when I used to dream, look at the sky (Uh-huh)

Now I sit in first class and look down from the sky

Dayum, now that's a transition

Shout out to my homie Shorty, help me with my pimpin' (Yeah)

And don't be scared if you're different

Cause really, if you think, them's the only ones gifted

2800 you ain't know I bag Krack St

Gotta rep the hood, that's where dirt be the A.C

Written by: Brandon McCartney, D.Johnson, K. Jenkins, Lloyd Omadhebo

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