歌词
[Verse 1]
You are always gon' be fly with me
BUTTAFLY, you're above me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a BUTTAFLY, my ****, how you glowed up, yeah
These buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up
[Verse 3]
You been on top of your business
Gettin' your sleep and an hour of fitness
My exes are best now described as a scrimmage
And you like the playoffs, I want my head in it, you know
So much in common for sure, chill with my foot in the door
You deserve a all white Porsche, you deserve a all black horse
Course, you deserve a dope ass dork, you deserve a meal, nine course
[Verse 4]
BUTTAFLY
(You are always gonna be flyer than me)
You're mine, you're mine
('Cause your finally gettin' with me)
[Verse 5]
BUTTAFLY
(You are always gonna be flyer than me)
'Cause I'm final your with me, yeah
('Cause I'm final your with me) Your mine
[Verse 6]
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a BUTTAFLY, my ****, how you glowed up, yeah
These buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up
[Verse 7]
Tattoo my chest with some letters that spell out your first name
Then I'll tattoo my chest with some letters that spell out my last
Yeah, it's got a ring to it, it's got a thing to it
It's no Versailles, so there's no way to see through it
Hole in your armor, I'm just tryna peep through it
Make sure you protected, girl, I could see to it, yuh (Ooh)
[Verse 8]
Girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a BUTTAFLY, my ****, how you glowed up, yeah
Buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up
Written by: Luke Christopher
