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lirik lagu chuckyy - fly kid

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[intro]
(yes, jayco)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, trip
uh, uh, we bail out, bl!ck
grr, grr, grr, grr, uh
i was a fly kid, all i know is pop it, got this sh~t all in my socket
i’m fly as f~ck, baby racks in, mm
uh, uh

[verse 1]
ma, she said i wouldn’t be sh~t, now i’m out ridin’ in a big bentley
tell my mama i’m good in the ‘raq, i don’t need no security, i strapped with a 10 milli’
thirty racks in my amiri jeans, 23 under my armpit just incase it get iffy
hope a n~gga ain’t stupid enough, try to run up on me, try to take, get the whole fifty

[chorus]
i was a fly kid, all i know is pop it, got this sh~t all in my socket
shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
oh, you wanna go on a date? gotta tote that drac’ in that birkin bag i bought you
i ain’t gotta lie to no b~tch, when i shoot out the bali, she feedin’ me tacos and casa’

[verse 2]
shoot back to the ‘raq, got a lil’ thick b~tch, don’t come through, n~gga tore block up
micro drac’ got a hundred round mag’ and that b~tch can’t miss, the sight like binoculars
pull a n~gga wholе card quick, you ain’t never did sh~t, boy, you is a f~ckin’ imposter
latе night creepin’, flyin’ through the ‘raq like batman, shorty ‘nem come through robbin’ ’em (give me all of that)
uh, this ain’t no “beat box” sh~t, but shorty ‘nem spotted and gotted him (there he go, bounce out)
and the way we bounce out, it’s like you might as well stop opp n~ggas, we handle ’em
pull on the side of his whip, thirty bail out the clip, if he ain’t checked, we pampered him
catch a face, bail out, bl!ck, i ain’t never too rich, i’ll k!ll a f~ck n~gga on camera (come here, come here)
[chorus]
i was a fly kid, all i know is pop it, got this sh~t all in my socket
shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
oh, you wanna go on a date? gotta tote that drac’ in that birkin bag i bought you
i ain’t gotta lie to no b~tch, when i shoot out the bali, she feedin’ me tacos and casa’ (come here)
i was a fly kid, all i know is pop it, got this sh~t all in my socket
shorty just took her a look up inside my pockets, now she wanna eat my boxers
oh, you wanna go on a date? gotta tote that drac’ in that birkin bag i bought you
i ain’t gotta lie to no b~tch, when i shoot out the bali, she feedin’ me tacos and casa’

[outro]
long live fred, n~gga, chuckyy keep one in the head, n~gga, bucks up, n~gga, you know how the f~ck we rockin’, man
frrt, frrt, frrt, bail out, bl!ck
uh, uh, we bail out, bl!ck
uh, we chase sh~t, boy, don’t trip
catch a face, bail out, bl!ck, i ain’t never too rich, i’ll k!ll a f~ck n~gga on camera


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