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Still Fly (PUNK GOES CRUNK)

What's up Fresh, it's your turn babyGator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp

Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's okay, cause I'm still flyGotcha car play gems on shine, said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride

You the Number 1 stunna, and we're gonna glide

And go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside

Prowler Gucci full length leather, Bourbons cooler, Gucci sweater

Twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy,

I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside

Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly

Number 1 don't tangle and twist

When it come to these cars I am that fella

The Gucci with the matching interior

Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle

It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,

We shine like paint

Daddy this our summerGator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp

Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's okay, cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class

But that's alright cause I'm gonna ride

Got everything in my momma's name

But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck?

Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite your butt

See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani,

With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose

With the navigation arrow headed straight to IHOP

Aunt Jemima really love me cause my syrup is so hot

Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel Benz

Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat

T.V., where the horn go, boy can you top that?

Ima show you some, rookie press that button

The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden

Four 15's didn't see no wire's, and then I heard 'boom' from the amplifiersOh!Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins

Impala Loud pipes, Bringing the mayhem

It's the birdy birdy man I'll do it again

In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's

Looking at my Gucci it's about that time

Six rad dudes flying in at nine

New Suburban truck with paint job showin'

Black and White and Red and Gold and

Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer

Momma that's your truck

I'm coming up the hood been lovely

Open up the top and I wake up the bubbly

430 lex with convertible top

The rims keep spinnin' every time I stop

I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq

With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the backGator Boots, with a pimped out Gucci suit

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp

Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent

But that's OK, cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter of tank gas in my new E-class

But that's alright cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything in my momma's name

But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

Songwriters

THOMAS, BYRON O. / WILLIAMS, BRYANPublished by

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