Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flight To Memphis , by - Smooky MarGielaa. Release date: 05.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flight To Memphis |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless |
| Okay, took a flight to Memphis, need to mind your business |
| Whippin' foreign, Lambo tinted, you are not squad |
| Yeah, the ice too bright, I’m too high off the whippets |
| Got your bitch’s attention, bye-bye, heard she mine |
| You say that’s your shorty, then why she all over me? |
| She like smokin', takin' money with the team (Oh, yeah, she do) |
| By herself, you can’t blame this shit on me (Uh-uh) |
| All this jealousy, that’s why I keep a .40 on me (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (Yeah, ooh, yeah) |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches (Ooh) |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this (Ooh) |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless |
| North, North |
| All my niggas rich, bitch, known to keep a big stick |
| I can’t give a bitch shit, I be on my pimp shit (You know it) |
| She know I don’t give a shit, but I’m on her wishlist |
| Your Rollie ain’t worth shit, if it goes tick-tick (You can’t) |
| I’m from North Memphis, you can get your wig split |
| If a nigga talk shit, put him on a hit-list (Yah) |
| I be poppin' big shit, smokin' on that Christmas |
| My whip costs me six bricks, gotta keep my wrist lit (Yah) |
| Yeah, she wanna fuck me 'cause she saw what I’m whippin' (Saw what) |
| (North Memphis, North Memphis) |
| Took that ho and hit her, buddy thought she was missin' (Thought she was |
| missin') |
| (North Memphis, North Memphis) |
| Bitch gon' miss she loves me but I wasn’t even listenin' (Damn) |
| (North Memphis, North Memphis) |
| Says she want to take a trip I drop that ho off in Memphis |
| (North Memphis, North Memphis) |
| North, North |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless |
| I got Flacko with me in the 'Rari, we stay flexin' |
| And they want me to walk through, boy, you better have that check in |
| Come flee’d up, VLONE what I’m dressed in |
| Ayy, scoop your shorty, take her home, she what I need |
| She say, «Smooky in the gang shit with the team» |
| Foreign cars, watch me skrrt off in a Beam' |
| Ayy, Margiela feets, boy, you know I stay flee’d up |
| (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (Yeah, ho) |
| Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches |
| Ballin' on the game, y’all be sittin' on the benches |
| Fifty for my necklace, boy, they ain’t expect this |
| Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless |
| Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I’m in Memphis |
| Way she gangsta walkin', make me feel I’m in Memphis |
| When I think about it, girl, I feel I’m in Memphis |
| And the pussy good money and it still up in business (Uh) |
| Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I’m in Memphis |
| Way she gangsta walkin', make me feel I’m in Memphis |
| But, when I’m in that pussy, girl, I’m scared I’ma miss it |
| Ever since then you… |