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Fly
9,310
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fly was released on October 30, 2007 by Up All Nite Music as a part of the album Based Boys
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Release DateOctober 30, 2007
LabelUp All Nite Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pack
The Pack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K. Jenkins
K. Jenkins
Composer
D.Johnson
D.Johnson
Composer
Lloyd Omadhebo
Lloyd Omadhebo
Composer
Brandon McCartney
Brandon McCartney
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young L
Young L
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Justin Trawick
Justin Trawick
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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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