"We Fly High (Remix)" I wear a mean dark pair a shades, (You know we can't have one a nuthin') So we had to double up, (You can't see my eyes unless
t be ashame Untame smokin like Mary Jane, God damn your body is sayin you lil fly den a plane u hotter then da other flame, Gotta piece model with a nice T
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me No way, no how, ah, ah It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me Ice out all your fingers, take
blunt cuz I see I see that I need you more in my life Than I need a bag of weed. Now I compare you to a bird When she fly by I wanna rock you back to
Roll on you like a joint Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point [Pharrell] KFC by the bucket, thats really raw AK's you can't tuck it
dont care about what you do. Because its me against you like 2x2 or 3x3 yes imma do me. Spell my name "T" "W" Mr capital "T". Oh wait I missed the freakin
description corks everywhere, hoes everywhere loud music playin' heavy smoke in the air its cups everywhere, flashin' lights bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like... [Mario] Its a celebration bottles by
I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag [Verse 1:] Young harlem nigga from the NY Get money, spend money, stay fly Those the 3 codes that I live by
get it Naw please, don?t confuse me, miss I'm tryna see, I could put you on my Christmas list I hope you ain't offended by this But I think your ass
Don't take it away Don't take it away Don't take it away, no Take your love away from me Don't take it away, no Without you I can't eat, breathe or
? Tell me what's your flava What's your flava? Tell me what's your flava I met this fly girl in the club went by the name of Pecan Deluxe This ice cream
made her choose me Like oowe, tellin' all her friends in the benz He don't really look 16 do he? One 12, youngest thing in tha scene Couldn't believe
..) (OJ) Yeeeeeaaaaaaaah, what it is? Ball up in the club with 50 hundred-dollar bills, Right hand ice 'cause I got street skills, Through Chicago just to fuck with Kells, Yeeeaaaah, money by
down like Smith infrared light gun do My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House) Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice
fly by Back open, pumpin' How High Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch You can call me whatcha want 'cuz I'll Be Dat Get off my dick, I don't care about
bummy and what Cause money aint shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
em know the deal Want 'em nigga same nigga Thought was a lame nigga Now push the range nigga You know the name nigga Beat the ice bur jeans the ice chain