[Hook:]
You know we flying high
(Ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
I got 'em singing like
(Ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

Ten bottles today man
Lets drink 2 and spray 8
Yep, all over the damn place
Or in a haters damn face
Dolce and Gabanna, I aint into bandana's
Might fly to Barbados, try and find some Rihanna's
I'm running this jungle, can't touch me I'm hammer
And I'm a lion king, a kuna matatta
No worries at all, no footy, I ball
I'm on my Apple sh-t, women I'm Mac'ing 'em all
Capital summertime ball
Yeah I can rock a crowd, you saw that hook coming
Lets sing it loud

I'm stacking my chedder, I've never been better
It's now or it's never, you know we flyin' high (x2)

[Hook:]
[Verse 2:]
Still putting on for my team
And stupid n-ggas wifey's
And all the girls like me
Including the dikeys
The life of the party
My queen on my body
She smelling my neck, that's Issey Miyake
I keep it so cool, but I am no fool
These n-ggas with me don't know vocals but they pro-tools
Pour me a glass, toast G
I'm f-cking bossy, f-ck being Lowkey (ooh!)
And you know I can rock a crowd
You feel that hook coming, lets sing it now

[Hook x2]
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Flying High Lyrics

Chipmunk – Flying High Lyrics

Songwriters: JAMAL FYFFE, HARMONY SAMUELS
Flying High lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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