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letra de fly2death - gunna

weatherman beats, n-gga
let me count my paper, i don’t need no help
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
all that hatin’ bad for your health
all these ice around my neck look like crystal meth
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
b-tch, i’m fly to death, like i crashed a lear

pull up in some sh-t and then come out that sheer
step right on the scene, it look like a premierе
harajuku jeans, new designеr gear
i might fly myself to sleep, my b-tch shop every
might take her ass to london, on a shopping spree
toss her ass some money, life is better free
she say she want a bag just to hold them gs
want that new saleen, them sh-ts ain’t coming cheap
busting down them bands, giuseppes on my feet

lambskin leather pants cost me five apiece
b-tch, i’m fly to death, who gon’ bury me?
let me count my paper, i don’t need no help
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
all that hatin’ bad for your health
all these ice around my neck look like crystal meth
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
designer sh-t just like the bosses do
if you ain’t fly every day, then you just flew
i think my shoes popped a molly, watch how jimmy choo
i put the pedal to the metal in that bentley coupe
dropped your ho off at the house, you know she the swoop
my player partner turn me on, i’m like alley-oop
add another point for the home team
i got some hoes gon’ shoot for me like the atlanta dream

i keep a money scheme
i’m loyal to my team
i got some n-ggas made a living out that triple beam
i sip promethazine
i say your ho a dream
about that dough i go nuts, no krispy kreme
let me count my paper, i don’t need no help
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
all that hatin’ bad for your health

all these ice around my neck look like crystal meth
b-tch, i’m fly to death
pick a shovel, dig a grave, ’cause i’m fly to death
change the way

- gunna

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