Текст Jim Jones – We Fly High (Remix)

I wear a mean dark pair a shades
(You know we can’t have one a nothing)
(So we had to double up)
You can’t see my eyes unless my head is bent

Dipset.
REMIX!!!!

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We fly high, no lie, you know this (balling!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (remix)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focus

Jones
PC blowticious, Lamborghini, it’s audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I’m still hood,
500 horses stuffed in my Ferrari hood
Fuck niggas talk ’bout MC’s on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killer gave me the will
Black car fever got this nigga feeling ill
It’s the shop for a now nigga giving out deals
(It’s all about the Benjamen’s baby)

I’m flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy
The roof top as I am showing my ass,
I brought New York back ya niggas ain’t got a chance

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T.I.
I ain’t gonna’ lie I’m fucked up, Phil died and we all sad
The only one thing gonna get us by and that’s the ball game,
Then buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag,
Cracks on the deal that’s twenty mill
And you thought I have gone mad, now I had to gone

Diddy
Hey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin
Now pick a car, which one I ain’t been in,
Pick a watch as long as the hand spinning
Pick an actress which one I ain’t swim in
The yachts still on the deck
Retirement plan I dropped it on her neck
I’m still spending old money, Benjamen’s remix 10 Year gold money motherfuckers

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Birdman
500 on the Bentley, 50 g’s on the Caddy, 100 gs on my bar
‘Cause we boat living large
Doing my thing with this uptown swang
Nigga get it how we live like money ain’t a thing
I be stunning on them things everytime you see me
Swang everytime you see me hang
Best believe I got that thing.
Pop up at the club nigga show them hoes love
‘Cause they know we make it rain so they show us gangster love

Young Dro
It’s like I’m skating on ice like Christie Yamaguchi
Sit up in the Chevy eating blowfish sushi
550 mint colored Benz me and Jin with the back camp twins blowing our flutie
Hair real block ’cause you know we getting coofy, iceberg drop nigga now riding goofy,
28 inches in the air, know I’m balling ’cause my whole Wrist pink and my neck kinda blue (dro)

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