Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Fly, artist - Young Buck. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: Interscope, Legacy
Stay Fly |
Yeah! |
For the first time, it's going down, history baby |
New Three 6 Mafia, featuring 8Ball & MJG, Young Buck |
It's a Tennessee thing |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
They call me the Juice and you know I'ma stunt |
Riding in the car with some bump in the trunk |
Tone in my lap and you know it's a pump |
Breaking down the good green, rolling the blunt |
Ghetto pimp type, girls say I'm the mayne |
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain |
Riding through the hood, got me gripping the grain |
And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lane |
Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the green |
Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean |
Messing with a D-boy, riding them big toys |
Make your main gal wanna get on my team |
She gotta give it up before she get in my car |
I ain't Denzel but I know I'm a star |
Cause when I'm in the club, I be back in the fog |
In the V.I.P. |
part and be buying the bar |
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust |
You leave your green around me, n***a your green gon' get lit up |
You leave your drank around me |
Believe your drank gon' get drunk up |
You leave your girl around me, if she bad, she gon' get stuck |
These n****s is spies |
We live them lives and keep them eyes tight |
Riding 'round what they like |
Make a couple nuns a couple of dykes |
So purple, purple, purple, and swallow it down |
With the yurple, yurple, yurple, it's going down |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Puff, puff, pass, n***a roll that blunt |
Let's get high, n***a, smoke us one |
Paul pulled out the Phantom, n****s can't stand it |
But them h*es gon' come out |
Just really wanna smoke my w*ed |
F*ck these h*es and stack my Gs |
Stop at the light and pause on Three |
Hit the mall and it be all on me, but |
Gotta keep one eye up on the po-po |
Close the window when I roll the indo |
Know they mad cause I'm rolling Benzo |
This that purple, not pretendo |
Three 6 Mafia, them my kinfolks |
So when I'm in Memphis, Tennekee |
I just might not bring my own |
Cause them n****s there let me smoke for free |
What's up Mary? |
How you doing? |
Mary Jane stalking me |
Since I have met you, girl, you ruled my brain |
You stole my heart, right from the start |
So I broke you down, let momma put you in the 'gar |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie |
Premro full of that dro |
Leave the club full of Rose' Mo |
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me |
In a car with a pimp, where she supposed to be |
You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me |
The bag of kush cost 650 |
Have a n***a who smoke Reggie Miller |
Coughing and choking constantly |
Taste like fruit when you hit it |
Gotta have bread to get it |
Smoke all night, sleep all day |
That's the epitome of the American way |
Roll that sh*t, light that sh*t, hit that sh*t, hold that sh*t |
Blow that sh*t out slow, then pass it to me bro |
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that |
Super incredible, have a n***a running back |
Where that n***a with the hood sticky number at? |
Cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack |
In the morning, when I need this |
And breath again a whole lot of w*ed |
But I'm needing somebody to give me what I need |
When I want nothing less then the best of the trees |
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball and MJG |
And Young Buck, we don't give a f*ck |
We must represent this Tennessee |
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy |
N***a got a lil' hair on his chest |
Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth |
We'll shoot it right down on your dress |
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y |