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letra de stay fly - dimiko

[chorus: dimiko]
i got to stay fly till i die riding around with the fire
so high i can touch the sky u a lie
asking me all these questions like u detective
i be quiet you can’t think your brains fried
all these murder allegations got me paying lawyer fines
i don’t get mad i just get cash u scared with your b-tch ass
i be in the trenches every time i’m in the city
my guns got titties dope i sold plenty
i don’t f-ck wit hoe n-ggas u a broke n-gga

[verse 1: dimiko]
these b-tches going to f-ck you all u need is monеy or sum clout
if you a opp to me ain’t no talking i’m go shoot you then watch you shout
ain’t worried bout a b-tch lеaving cause ima get money even when i die
dirty hoes act like they love you whole time they tryna rob you
remember her water broke i sold my car she was pregnant with arlin
now u can catch me in latest eating steak crab legs and lobsters
all these plugs and connections got me feeling like a mobster
mama and grandma raised a monster i am heartless
u n-ggas like to gossip running your mouth just like a b-tch
she told u she celebrate but she gave me that coochie to me wit a side of head
stinking hoes only want dollars u really just a prostitute
on the e way get out my way or i get to shooting out the roof
these b-tches don’t love u they only love what u can do
nowadays ain’t no loyalty snake just waiting to backdoor you
ain’t no love in this sh-t and i got the proof
real steppers i can make you disappear like poof
bout my chips ruffle i got money in a duffle
when they owe you they go duck u go make the chopper stutter
my girlfriend was tripping cus the waitress was trying to f-ck me
i don’t drip i slither b-tch you know that i’m that n-gga
ain’t in competition wit no n-gga if i was i’ll be winning
[chorus: dimiko]
i got to stay fly till i die riding around with the fire
so high i can touch the sky u a lie
asking me all these questions like u detective
i be quiet you can’t think your brains fried
all these murder allegations got me paying lawyer fines
i don’t get mad i just get cash u scared with your b-tch ass
i be in the trenches every time i’m in the city
my guns got titties dope i sold plenty
i don’t f-ck wit hoe n-ggas u a broke n-gga

- dimiko

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