Flying High
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Lyrics
uh, uh, yeah uh, yeah, hit it flow immaculate cabin pitch have a fit don't switch fits when I clip whits don't know why ya'll think hip chicks can flip bits when I'm on twenty-four seven whittle tips with six nips we can't all be bothering with big game all the same, got big dreams but feat tame ask me? I say that's sane, don't reap what you can't name Anyone wanna fuss!? I'm already flying planes! Down dirty black earth gonna get hot Heavy thirties thick girth in the back slot isn't you'sa s'posed ta wanna bring it everything you got? but I gotta give a bottle to the baby in the lot! i'm black belt, blue shell, quicken a little bit half-helm, pro-pelled, but you know I can't get hit Errybody wanna try ta break a shovel in this kit Uma Therman wasn't jerkin when she hussled up my rizz!
