
How Fly Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y
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[Intro: Curren$y]
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin' to get Grease to smoke joints, man
Tryin' to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Uh, how fly, yeah (How fly), yeah
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ, light pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and my rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
Kush smokin' circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Uh, fuck you talkin' ‘bout, Willis?
Yo’ bitch fuckin' wit’ Spitta 'cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night (Uh), smoke all day (Yeah)
Breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah
Uh, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
Taylor Gang, stay rollin' up them paper planes
Yeah, yeah, jets, nigga, now where haven't we?
And I'm tryin' to get Grease to smoke joints, man
Tryin' to convert him to EZ Widers or Zig-Zags
Before I get back to New Orleans
Uh, how fly, yeah (How fly), yeah
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, same nigga that I always been
Mets hat with green under the brim
I shop in bulk, my closet a vault
Gettin' dressed, sippin' Rose' & OJ, light pulp
Lookin' like myself in my old Easter photos
Socks and my rugby is Polo
Stop, freeze, on three's my low low
Airplanes, dollar signs on tees, my logo
Kush smokin' circles in my dojo
Sneaker collector, I bring 'em out, kid
Kicks all over the crib, roundhouses
Uh, fuck you talkin' ‘bout, Willis?
Yo’ bitch fuckin' wit’ Spitta 'cause she like her stroke different
Celebrate the moments of your life
We party all night (Uh), smoke all day (Yeah)
Breakfast in the airport, get drunk the whole flight, yeah
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