Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still the Motto, artist - Cj Fly.
Date of issue: 11.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still the Motto |
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen |
I go by the name of, Captain Fly |
And my Co-Pilot on this flight today is, Cookin' Soul! |
Ya know what I’m sayin, that’s that crack music |
Cra-cra-crack music, ooouh, Check check |
As you can see |
Do this rap shit with accuracy |
Your old dude got his Acura |
Seized |
Must have not had drive |
If you sittin' in the passenger seat |
Ain’t tryna |
Make you baffled, so please |
I could have your bath filled with ease |
Glasses chilled, champagne spilled kind of accidently |
Now we both messed up, can’t just leave |
So we have to come clean |
Truth be told, my tooth go gold, I Midas well be your king |
A rubio, whose rubies glows, she might as well be my queen |
Memba the Platinium card shards for the silver |
You ain’t never had the pebbles but you will ma' |
Bring you into the conglomerate, its up to you if you rocket |
Keep it exposed, whether or not you got cliffs |
Take it all while you can, wallet last |
Lo horses looking like a maverick |
Feeling like Dallas real negus in existence |
Soul get holy need a prayer, I spirit with my 6th sense |
Don’t trust in god then money, you won’t get Lent |
She know she wanna roll with me (x2) |
Ain’t ridin' in a stolen Jeep |
Ain’t ridin' in a stolen V |
I’m carrying the O on me (x2) |
So I’m just ducking police |
Ducking the D’s, I say fuck the police |
My nigga puff on your weed! |
I’m tryna be one of the best to do it |
So don’t you be clueless thinkin that you could just |
Maneuver quick this is a movement |
My newer shit ain’t like manure shit |
Went to school with kids, who was cooler with the Hoover Crips |
I’m tryna be stupid rich |
Have bread and not know what to do with it |
Always knew these tricks, what you want from me |
The doob or spliff, my boots is Timbs |
So I got a little bit of tree up in 'em |
It’s in my family genes to get it, denim going missing |
But if the shorty got the riches, then things might go different |
I won’t go broke on paying for dates, I break her off, she chipping |
Tummy full, least I could do is put my tip in |
We get sauced then I dip in, act as her stuffing on thanks giving |
Hit them curves, then I be drifting |
Energy exerted made her give in |
Eye got bags cause lately you’ve been trippin' |
Could see we had a spark and I know we caused friction |
All I gotta is good riddance, later |
(Motto never changed, it’s still fuck cops!) |