Fly Away lyrics
by Ruben Slikk
[Verse 1: Clip]
Reppin' for my city every day because I feel like it
Checkin' all these hoes and countin' dollaz make a mil might just get me feelin right
I'm making mils at night
Probably take your mil and [?] it more than once, I think I might've
Hope a n*gga talkin' sh*t go hard make a n*gga wanna grab a 45
Strappin [?] the whole while everybody in the party wanna have a show [?]
But I'm about to blow now, b*tches blow my phone, how
Do you turn it down
[?] f*ckin' suckin' di*k a b*tch clip
Police rap up on my sh*t
Then look up on my history and seein that I'm a git
Robbin' chillin' while yo b*tch [?] she suckin di*k
Beatin the pus*y in with no mercy then beat again
Ain't a front to the f*ck sh*t
Catch me at the function
Blunt lick, truck sh*t
Down on 818 my n*ggas bump this
Crunk piff
Ride it up and pass it so we can fly away
I'm livin life and livin' fast, I chose the higher way
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
More money in the lift
f*ck wit a n*gga get killed
Shawty neck game too skilled, her face on my belt
Drowning that pus*y in c*m
Pregnant with twins
We naming them Phillip and Lille
What is the deal, servin' fo' sex [?] foreal
Take a few bumps of that (?) i betcho b*tch ass will be stutterin still
I'm looking for deals, I'm looking for meals
A beautiful woman to drill
Roll up a bill, she rollin on pills
I slow up on soda and blow the whole deal
She called it a drill
Pimpin' robotic hypnotic my swagger them hoes know I'm real
I know how you feel
[?]
Bop life, bop life we 'bout that
Murk me I doubt that
Squirt heat out hot straps
Pimpin' G like [?]
Bop life we 'bout that
Murk me I doubt that
Squirt heat out hot straps
I'm running yo b*tch, running yo b*tch like the ho that she is and she chose
I nut in her ass, nut in her vag, I wipe my di*k hole on her nose
Running yo b*tch, running yo b*tch like the ho that she is and she chose
I nut in her ass, nut in her vag, I wipe my di*k hole on her nose
Swag
Tried my best, help me out if you can. will edit