Stay Fly - Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia

Stay Fly - Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia

Альбом
Greatest Hits, Vol. 1
Год
2017
Длительность
238440

Below is the lyrics of the song Stay Fly , artist - Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia with translation

Lyrics " Stay Fly "

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Stay Fly

Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG, Three 6 Mafia

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

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