Rock Song Lyrics

Still Fly - The Devil Wears Prada

What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

Gator Boots, with the 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

Gotcha car play gems on shine

Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride

You da Numba 1 stunna and we gonna glide

And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside

Prowler Gucci full length leather

Bourbons cooler, Coogi sweater

Twenty inches pop my feather

The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside

Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly

Numba 1, don't tangle and twist

When it come to these cars, I am that fella

The Gucci with the matching interior

3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle

It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers

We shine like paint daddy, this our summer

Gator Boots with the 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 thats okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class

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

Got everything in my moma'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 yo' butt

See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani

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

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac

Escalate with the chromed out nose

With the navigation arrow headed straight to I-hop

Aunt Jamima really loves 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

TV where the horn go, boy, can you top that?

I'm a show you some, rookie press that button

The trunk went, eh, eh and all of a sudden

4 15's didn't see no wire's and then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Breakdown

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins

Impala loud pipes, drinking that Hen

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

6 bad broads flying in at 9

New suburban truck with the paint job showing

Up and down and up they go

And bodies on the Roadster Lexus

You know with that hardtop beamer

Mommy, that's your truck

I'm coming up the hood been lovely

New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbly

430 lex with convertible top

The rims keep spinning every time I stop

I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq

With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots with the 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 gon' ride

Got everything in my moma's name

But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

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August 13, 2014