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Correct Fly Around Lyrics
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G Perico
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Correct Fly Around
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[Verse 1: G Perico] Five percent president with my other girl Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin' When I'm in the club, bring Yak, I'm gettin' dumb faded Gotta show me something 'cause the talk ain't 'bout nothing It's going one way, I'm getting paid and I'm fucking Million dollar fragrance, I ain't the one to play with If I shoot a nigga down, bitch, you better not say shit Long days, I need extra hours I need more hatin' ass internet cowards Cross the line, we don't do that shit them niggas do Sack chasing suckers, making your homies look stupid 2-0-1-7, you niggas headed in the wrong direction I'm a G, you fuckin' with a veteran Ride under streetlights, on the late night No knuckles, boy, we havin' AK fights Clear blue skies and fly on the east side She claim to be bad but she ain't got a gun We gon' pass those up for the real ones You can keep the small change, bitch, I want millions [Chorus: Polyester the Saint] I fly around With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols I fly around Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches I fly around Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen I fly around They know about a nigga all through the town No time to wait, I want my money right now Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground Two up the homies and you know we finna clown This for my home girls that love to hold it down This for my home girls that love to let me beat She hook it up with the grits and the G's She look fly but she stay lowkey I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees [Verse 2: Ray Wright] It's eighty degrees, she all on her knees Palm steady itchin' like the motherfuckin' trees With my locs in the streets, you niggas can't compete Run that mouth way too much, it get deep, uh In the Beamer with my nigga G Pull out a Newport, like Too $hort, I peep out the scenery Where the killers? Where the thugs? Where them hoes at? We in the building, cold chillin', neck froze, huh I think it's 'bout time we get another bottle Send my bitch 'cause she lookin' like a model Yeah, we gon' fly around the city all drunk Blowing pounds, straight pounds if a nigga want funk And I be getting faded Uncle Elroy, you know I'm X-rated, but Won't ever catch me movin' out the city 'Cause a true boss hog stay shady [Chorus: Polyester the Saint] I fly around With money, bad bitches, and some fully loaded pistols I fly around Dodgin' these snitches, chasin' these riches I fly around Pussy pay attention, you ain't fuckin' with my henchmen I fly around They know about a nigga all through the town No time to wait, I want my money right now Bendin' corners, one wheel off the ground Two up the homies and you know we finna clown This for my home girls that love to hold it down This for my home girls that love to let me beat She hook it up with the grits and the G's She look fly but she stay lowkey I'm sippin' wine and she smokin' on trees [Outro] Still get back at you man. You know the old heads used to tell me on Sunset, behind Denny's, many moons ago, man, "You know a duck can barely fuck for a buck. You gon' spend more time breakin' a bitch jaw than the bitch purse, man." See about it you fuckin' dog head bitch. Only your mother could love you
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