| Fly
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| Let it fly
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| Let it fly like the birds in the sky
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| Hotter than the weather in July
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| I done did so much I can’t decide
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| Word, word to my guys
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| She just get so wet, I slip and slide
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| Had to get it back to give them five
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| I, I, I, yeah
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| It’s Mr. Michael Myers man (Michael Myers)
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| Work the money back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
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| By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
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| I’m tryna run the game, it ain’t no subbing in (naw)
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| You can’t faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it's lit!)
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| Always down to ball, I’m tryna drain these nights
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| See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights
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| The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
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| We at the top end of discussion (discussion)
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| Been mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
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| The demon in they eyes and they clutchin' (scared)
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| I feed 'em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
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| I kept the towel, not throwing in
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| Riding around in my ends
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| I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I been
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| I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
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| She wanna hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
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| That’s the phone call, when my blood ring
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| It’s Tha Carter 5, let the thugs sing (thugs)
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| Let it fly (brr, fly)
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| Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr)
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| Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr)
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| I done did so much I can’t decide (it's lit)
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| Word, word to my guys (yah)
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| She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash)
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| Had to give it back to give them five
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| I, I, I
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| It’s alive, it’s alive, I’m revived, it’s C5
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| Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
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| Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
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| You not fuck with me and mine
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| And keep in mind, we do not mind losing our minds
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| Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
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| Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like «never mind»
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| What’s on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
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| Control your mind, mind, freak no sober mind, I’m so behind
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| Front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
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| And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
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| Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
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| Them hoe’s be lying, it’s a thin line, I know you know you lyin'
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| Second line, second line, Tunechi get effective lines
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| Rough edges like a box of checker fries, that’s a line
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| Catch the line, American flag, less thoughts extra lines
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| Stretch the line, skip the line, til you no more the next in line
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| Tunechi tuna lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
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| Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with
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| The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I’m too equipped
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| Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
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| Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
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| Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
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| Flash ya with a boujee bitch, Travy that’s my hooligan (it's lit)
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| Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
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| C5, best rapper alive
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Let it fly |