Karaoke Still Fly by Big Tymers — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Still Fly Karaoke

Big Tymers

LyricsStill Fly

Gator boots Gator boots

With the pimped out Gucci suits

Ain't got no job

But I stay sharp

Can't pay my rent

'Cause all my money's spent

'Cause I'm still fly

Daddy cause I'm so fly

Got a quarter tank of gas

In my new E class

But that's alright

'Cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything

In my mama name

But I'm Hood Rich

La-da-da da da da da

Get your get your car cleaned

Gems gone shine

Instead a mama get a bling

Baby girl let's ride

You a number one stunna

And we gon' glide

And go straight to the mall

And tear down the inside

Do that Prada Gucci

Full length leather

Bourbon's cool

Or Coogi sweater

Twenty inches

Pop my feather

The Birdman Daddy

I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with

The head on the inside

Swine on the deck

G-wagon is So Fly

Number one don't tangle

And twist it

When it come to these cars

I am that *****

The G-g-g-g-Gucci

With a matchin' interior

3-wheel ride with

The tire in the middle

It's Fresh and Stunner

And we like brothers

We shine like paint

Daddyit's our summer

Gator boots

With the pimped out Gucci suits

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 of gas

In my new E class

But that's alright

'Cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything

In my mama name

But I'm Hood Rich

La-da-da da da da da da

Have you ever seen

A crocodile seats in the truck

Turn around sit it down

And let 'em bite your butt

See the steeling is Fendi

Dashboard Armani

With your baby mama player

Is where you can find me

Pushin' through the parking lot

On 24s

Cadillac Escalade with

The chromed out nose

With an navigation arrow

Headed straight to your spot

Well your wife really lovely

'Cause sex is so hot

Put the Caddy up

Start the three wheel Benz

Hyper white lights

Ultra Violet lens

Suma-tuma tires

And they gotta be run flat

TV where the Horn go

Boy can you count that

Imma show you some ****

Rookie press that button

The trunk went uh-uh

And then all of a sudden

Four 15s

Didn't see no wires

And then I heard boom

From the amplifiers

Gator boots

With the pimped out Gucci suits

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 of gas

In my new E class

But that's alright

'Cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything

In my mama name

But I'm Hood Rich

La-da-da da da da da da da

Let me slide in the Benz

With the fished out fins

And Prowler loud pipes

Drinkin the Henn'

It's the Birdie-Birdie Man

I'll do it again

In a Cadillac Truck

24s with 10s

Looking at my Gucci

It's about that time

Six bad broads flyin'

In at 9

New Suburban truck

With the porno showin'

Up and down

And up they go and

Bodies on a Roadster Lexus

You know what

That hard-top beamer mama

That's your truck

I'm comin' up the hood

Been lovely

New shoes on the whip

And I wake up to bubbly

430 Lex

With the convertible top

And the rims keeps spinnin'

Every time I stop

Got a superman Benz

That I scored from Shaq

With a ol' school Caddy

With a diamond in the back

Gator boots

With the pimped out Gucci suits

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 of gas

In my new E class

But that's alright

'Cause I'm gon' ride

Got everything

In my mama name

But I'm Hood Rich

La-da-da da da da da da da