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letra de fly - kid espy

fly lyrics
verse 1
i’ve been trying to keep the pace
no more chilling on the pavement
lately, it’s apparent y’all just do it for the payment
it’s okay, whose to say, you can wait
everyday, off the brain, y’all insane, y’all insane, y’all insane, yuh

verse 2
y’all priorities are f-cked up
cuz, ya’ girl she gets too f-cked up
how long until she bust up?
her pants, now she feedin’ off yo’ mans
y’all been backed up, hoover dam
she attractive, money dance
sh-t’s in motion, watch yo’ hands, watch yo’ hands, yuh

verse 3
i’m sick of all that f-cking talking like you ’bout it
i’ve been chilling with these b-tches, they gon’ tell me all about it
i’ve been smoking out these digits, please just tell me how you’re shrouded
i know you’re not busy, please don’t ask me where your crowd is
i need a city titty, homie, show me who the loudest
yes, please a silly bitty, i like b-tches with the ounces lit (hit ’em wit’ it!)
verse 4
lit like a candle stick! lit like a b-tch!
imma l!ck on yo’ b-tch! imma bust out a grin!
i’m back on my sh-t, i’m back for a bit
i’m back for le moi
it’s clear that i’m bored
for le moi, i’m here cause i’m bored
for le moi, it’s clear that i’m bored

verse 5
new fashion, new prada
i’m sick of designer
i’m sick of these problems
blue benz, that’s a bother
blue friends don’t last longer
the stripes create honor
the stripes are dismay
and they f-cking with me
like, everyday, and they coming to stay
so i’m strapped with a blade

verse 6
it’s cutting my skin
the deeper i go, it makes fuel for the win
she coming again, and she bringing her friend
there goes my head, i wonder like bread
what will it take to return to the days
when nothing would change, but the clothes that would fade
but, now we all faded, we grown, and we jaded
i am mistaken, the issues creating
verse 7
from inside, it’s your own f-cking mind
just step outside, and see the light
there’s no need to f-cking fight
with your own f-cking mental’s
no more sh-tty instrumentals
y’all are sick with your rentals
i’ll just stick with my bucket
y’all speak nonsense, i say f-ck it
she spin around that’s robotussin
swirly, b-tch!

- kid espy

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