| My sneakers for 385 dreams
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| Got me plotting on ways for making my cream
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| I see through a nigga when he faking for the screens
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| I’m realer than a pimp bout his
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| They call me Young Veggies and I’m all about the green
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| Where the money at
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| These funny cats be talking about how they count stacks
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| But they be on the same shit, you don’t speak my language
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| In my city I’m famous niggas know what the name is
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| Say it for me, I don’t pull a girl
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| I put her on my team, she playing for me
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| And hit the jumper
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| I will take your girl then get her number
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| Then ask her because I really want her
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| Man I’m on, one one or maybe two though
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| Every time I hit the spaceship, I be up on Pluto
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| Yeah, looking and learn something new yo
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| I’m flying real high, I’m feeling
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| Yeah, I’m flying high
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| Fly high
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| Yeah, yeah, I fly high
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| Flying high
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| Freshest niggas out there, or out here
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| I don’t fear no man in my city
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| You feel me my nigga that’s where I live at
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| I been here one of the young and freshest in here
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| I’m on the beach with my swimwear
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| My girl just chilling, she don’t care about much
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| I touch her and kiss her just to show them girls I’m with her
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| The same girls be texting me like «Casey, are you with her?»
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| I’m like just stay up in your place
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| Baby in your face ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
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| But I know you love CV you know I can’t do much
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| I just do me, yeah do me and spit that new stuff
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| There’s niggas in my hood on that blue, that’s all they see that
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| Who us? |
| it up
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| You ain’t see my face that much
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| Cause I’m bout that paper son, so I’m on the low
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| Just grinding, just tryna make this one
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| I call this shit flying high
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| Are you flying?
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| Are you flying?
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| The freshest in the world, I swear
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| Why you niggas hating man, there’s girls in here
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| I guess because when I walk in and all them girls stare
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| And them girls shouting out «The champion’s here» Yeah
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| The girls you want, I been had 'em
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| chick I pick 'em up and then I bag 'em
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| Ask 'em «Who is that? |
| Yeah, yeah, who is that?»
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| I spit them stupid raps
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| Riding down the with the roof topped back
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| Man top that, niggas that be fronting
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| I ain’t in the function man I ain’t with that
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| With the homies and we counting them stacks
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| Shaded up with my girl on my lap
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| Sometime a girl don’t even act like she need to
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| It’s a well known but I ain’t tripping though, we all know that
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| People gon' do what they wanna do
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| Wanna do, wanna do, wanna do
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| Gone
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| My boy Casey told me do a verse about making it
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| But I don’t know much that, I’m used to taking it
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| Cause niggas never gave me shit, not even a chance
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| Freshman year homecoming, girls ain’t give me a dance
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| But I ain’t giving a damn, see I can be selfish too
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| I learn from the best, now give it a rest
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| I hear y’all talking about your hopes and your dreams, how much it means
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| My nigga this ain’t a game, ain’t no shooting for teams
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| I eat, sleep, and breathe this
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| It might as well be oxygen cause I need this
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| But all this stressing and bullshit I don’t need this
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| More than a plane ticket to leave this
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| But told me to somehow, someway
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| We gon' make it up out the hood someday
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| For me the road to success is more like a one way
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| But I’ma make a Ferrari out this Hyundai, I promise
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| BrandUn DeShay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flyin High , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Customized Greatly Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп