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    "Fly Away" Lyrics

    Baby feat. Birdman

    Album:
    track 14
    Birdman [2002]
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    [Baby]
    Hey
    Wassup pimp?
    Birdman motha fucker!

    [Baby] + (TQ)
    The financial adviser of this get money game
    It's stunna the big money man
    So loosen up your strings cause you can get shot
    The Crystal absolute on the rocks (on the rocks)
    Ey nigga I gotta stay fly money
    No baseball player I got the a-ride money
    I go to Jamaica homie and ball like a dog (ball like a dog)
    The leaf that sticky homie and fog up the car (fog up the car)
    It's nothing to the icky icky Harlem world sticky sticky
    Fifty fifty a gram raw cut dilly
    Got minks on my body cause it cost too much (cost too much)
    250 on the bird had to frost me up
    See these gangstas pimps and thugs make the world go round (gangstas, pimps and thugs)
    Ride for uptown and till they lay you down
    Birdman with them big chips with the bird lady and the benzes (benzes)

    [Chorus: TQ]
    It's the fly away
    Fly fly away
    Or you can hit the highway
    That's the only way that we do it
    Love when we do it
    Fly away, fly away
    Fly away, fly away
    Cause we gon get you high today
    I know you wanna see how we do it
    You know how we do it
    Fly away, fly away

    [Baby] + (TQ)
    So get your stock up nigga
    Get our brains rapped right
    The hood fucked up cause the nigga changed like
    The birdman daddy keeps the bricks taped tight
    A hundred of them things got my chips same night
    Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires
    Ice all over cause a nigga so fly (so fly)
    ? and i'm doing what i'm doing
    If them clubs gone pop i'm getting straight to em
    Nothing on chain put them dubs on the thangs
    Wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains (wipe a nigga down bitch give a nigga brains)
    Call a nigga changed ma wash a nigga range
    Bird baby down with them cardier frames
    Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name
    Make winter weather and that's my thang
    I'm iced up nigga smoke pounds of dro
    And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe
    biatch!

    [Chorus: TQ]
    It's the fly away
    Fly fly away
    It's the fly away
    Or you can hit the highway
    That's the only way that we do it
    Love when we do it
    Fly away, fly away
    Fly away, fly away
    Cause we gon get you high today
    I know you wanna see how we do it
    You know how we do it

    [Baby] + (TQ)
    It's the world wide callin' and the boss of the ballin'
    The hood rich nigga money tall as all
    The youngers of 20 cheerin' and nobody starvin'
    Nobody borrowin' cause nobody starvin'
    Ey ey TQueezy! the dro man callin'
    Get it in the jar Jeff pense is callin'
    Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth
    Cause ya know how it's going down
    Dro party with the magnolia chicks
    Smoke just fly nobody givin' lips
    They all on the floor cause the brains is flying
    On the outside it's just them 20 inch tyres
    Bentley, lexus, lams & vets
    Them ragtop guccis with the smitt n wess
    Got the old school caddie's and them new school too
    Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too
    biatch!

    [chorus: TQ]
    It's the fly away
    Fly fly away
    It's the fly away
    Or you can hit the highway
    That's the only way that we do it
    Love when we do it
    Fly away, fly away
    Fly away, fly away
    Cause we gon get you high today
    I know you wanna see how we do it
    You know how we do it
    Fly away, fly away

    [voice]
    The birdman bitch
    coming to a city near you
    now how you luv that nigga
    now I know what this is
    you know what you need to do?
    you need to look on the back of your cd cover
    and get that sticker for the mom burberry g-nites
    You want to come pick them up? come pick them up on 6 and magnolia
    and holla at ya boy c-ya?
    you understand?
    and we gon holla at ya another time
    holla! biatch!
    This song was submitted on April 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Vassal Grandington Benford, David B. Williams, Steven L. Russell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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