Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Flyest Essence, artist - Apollo Brown. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Flyest Essence |
| The Flyest essence |
| Thrown within y’all direction |
| Jam video 7s and rovers with higher exits |
| Meaning the wheels lift up the flooring for higher stepping |
| I’m Albee square with the aura so if y’all should catch it |
| Then Al B. to swear any surer of y’all reflection |
| Without a youngin tryna deny any of my inflections |
| Lil handshake on the way in to stop the check in |
| And dealing with a pagan in Reagan who got the exits |
| Nino Brown on the beeper and Christopher Williams records |
| And bitches who find a weapon as quick as you find a guest list |
| Parked in front the shark bar hoping that y’all neglecting |
| But all this karat shit becomes louder than I expected |
| And dealing with Reggie shit when I’m court side |
| So I’m back at the shark bar, walker wear all tied |
| My soul roll taste like it was made with the Lord knives |
| And this bottle of wine from 85's on the tall side |
| And knowing all of that there, made us different from y’all acceptance |
| 'Cause those the guys we grew up around, so for y’all protection |
| These double entendres is purposely on the record |
| Cause the motives is off the record so know when you bought a record |
| That I’m just all about a baton going hand to hand |
| The motto still the same when we opened the panoram' |
| My feet on the table for my neighbors who had to stand |
| And I bring the wrangler so there’s room in the truck to get Ashley Graham |
| My friends still the same, we was raised by the same icons They was throwing |
| you lockjaw, I was throwing you krylon |
| We still sharing this hennessy privilege and playing «Flygod» |
| I was talking 'bout touring and they was talking 'bout firearms |
| They bumping Dilla on they way to get a bird flew |
| Never would’ve tied them together, but that’s what words do |
| Apollo caught the loop like we waiting to get a turn thru |
| I told him leave the drums in the box, keep the nerds cool |
| Shit is good for me, I’m Cochise to the varsity, look at me |
| Look what it took of me |
| Look what was put to me |
| And look who looking up at all that we was cooking Gs |
| Look at that |