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Fly
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fly was released on May 21, 2020 by Been Livin Entertainment as a part of the album My Bad Cause My Thighpads
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Release DateMay 21, 2020
LabelBeen Livin Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ladontae Taylor
Ladontae Taylor
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
Deuce ace, yeah, gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
I’m killing these **** I’m killing these bitches
My trap and finesse game is very efficient
Tune in to my insta to see how I’m living
I know that I’m fly been fucking with pigeons
Quit hitting me up, it ain’t about business
Quit hitting my line if it ain’t about digits
I’m granting they wishes but I ain’t no fairy
Drop that boy off cause that **** was scary
I make em move aint talking no dairy
I cannot lose my **** won’t let me
Gucci my shoes she think that I’m sexy
Yeah she lost it when she looked at my neck piece
Neck be glossy it look like its reflecting
**** lost me when they tried to neglect me
What it cost you know juke is not checking
Ricky ross only boss in my section
Yeah, pouring up lean **** need to stop sippin
Had a plan and a path I just had to see the vision
Kept working and progressed that my favorite way of living
Got tired of serving j’s carpal tunnel in the kitchen
I poured a 4 and I’m leaving the ice off
My chain glow in the dark when the lights off
When drip I be fresher than Lysol
If he test me or try me he knocked off
Run my bands If she broke make my dick soft
**** poodle I’m moving like big dog
I been chasing my dream I won’t let go
I still serve me a J at the Texaco
We been pushing them bricks out through Mexico
We moving we moving we moving
Yeah, yeah leaning and I popped me a bean so I’m dreaming
**** be broke and ain’t got no money what you meaning
We was in cali off Hollywood pushing demons
Ain’t no mistaking this molly good make you seizure
What is you taking we robbing **** in our leisure
He want that coca we serving all that Justin Bieber
I cannot lack
I keep my strap
And for a pussy I keep it cocked
Mediocre in kitchens I break the pot
Fuck it up in the trap they like make it stop
With these bands I’m like Oprah I’m at the top
I keep trappin that yola with no Motorola
I remember three hots and a single cot
Bad hoes texting my line cause they wanna come over
I make my life look like scenes in a movie
All my gang dogs I ain’t talking no goofy
Pop a molly while I count up this blue cheese
Hella paper they like how is he losing
I’m killing these **** I’m killing these bitches
My trap and finesse game is very efficient
Tune in to my insta to see how I’m living
I know that I’m fly been fucking with pigeons
Quit hitting me up, it ain’t about business
Quit hitting my line if it ain’t about digits
I’m granting they wishes but I ain’t no fairy
Drop that boy off cause that **** was scary
I make em move aint talking no dairy
I cannot lose my **** won’t let me
Gucci my shoes she think that I’m sexy
Yeah she lost it when she looked at my neck piece
Neck be glossy it look like its reflecting
**** lost me when they tried to neglect me
What it cost you know juke is not checking
Ricky ross only boss in my section
Yeah yeah
Written by: Ladontae Taylor
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