Kurtis Blow Jr. - Supercalifragilisticflyshit lyrics

rate me

*uh this shits smoothe. ay*

Purple and cohibas travel with a visa

And i ain't talking no fucking credit cards

I got red eyes on the red eye, flight

With a pocket full of dead guys, life

In the fast land stay right

Cause i won't slow down for you niggers showing brake lights, time is money

so while im drinking cause im chilling with this freak instead of writing but the brain is so good its enlightment

Seventh blunt burned and everybodys drinking

We all hate being sober in the inside of the precent

Its that shit that you can smoke to, roll to, choppa flipped down and serve the whole crew, while we

Hustle the dough like Dominoes, double cheese

Just so we can rock the clothes with the double g's

Theres a hater in your side realize do your job cuz they just doin theres, this that fly shit

(this that fly shit)X3

I will never write down nothing in my bachelor pad,

My book of sins got some blank pages

What happens in Vegas, stays in vegas

Long as we keep them camera phones out the hands of them haters

24/7, 365 they know a 50/50 grind is a board slide, punkass

One time they be always hatin cuz they see this Range Rover without graduatin

Ya, burn one for my lil bro on the campus

I was too busy burnin tools cool i couldn't manage

Now my feet up like im in the hammock, with a panini sandwich, and all the bad bitches speakin spanish

I'm lol-in at these broke niggas

Moneys weight heavy and we heavy while you floatin nigga

But, but this that high shit, ya this that fly shit, call me the pilot, this that fly shit...

(this that fly shit)x3

Look, it turn me on when my lady give me top

And some red bottom heels and em Michael Kors watch

Rolls gold, she said i beat it like a young nigga with a old soul, and i give her

Nothing but that, sexual healing

And after that we Al Greenin and we repeating

Ya I'm nasty but you need it

Girl you got some tension in your life you need to let it loose

I'm just trying to give you peace i gave my ex the deuce

The night is young take this juice with this extra goose

I see you ready through my clear lense Louie frame

Your panties matchin my champagne, dang

Your such a P.Y.T. pretty young thang

And tell your friends come on or call em in the mornin

This spot is borin and your dress has got me turned up

And I'm tryna get it turned up, this that fly shit

(this that fly shit)x3<br />

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Thanks to Andy