Mike Milan - Fly Children lyrics

rate me

Is it alright if I fix my pants

Take a glance, get so tight

Think about me, drinks at the bar

Take me home in a car and the air light

So sweet in her drop top Porsche, one, two doors

I like ‘em bigger, Panamera got four

And I got broads so tell ‘em all hop in

‘Cause life’s like oh, we all need head every once in a score

More than once in a while

So come here child, knock on good love’s door

We can get it on on this good enough floor

Don’t mess up my kicks ‘cause I paid a lot more than the average

Yeah, yeah, I’m talking about cabbage

The shit that have you living all lavish

At the top floor, presidential suite

Sweet, no trunk to pay, no fakeness here, we gets that wheat bread

So we reach that peak, no sleep

We won’t stop for red signs on streets

New York top my jean salvage, please, fly, peace

No peace ‘cause life is war

But I really, really need a nice four doors

And I ain’t talking no Honda Accord

Selling off short, probably cost more

I don’t party with them and they party with whores

If I had to choose a girl it will probably be yours

Probably be Derek’s, probably be Sean’s

Aunts, cousins, sisters, moms, just my charm it turns them all

Like they’re favorite song, cliché

‘Cause I got them goods, eats bait, so get off my nuts

Pay date, you hating on me, get out my way, k?

Girls see me they be like “hey, hey”

“How you doing, doing? Where you going, going?

Who you screwing, screwing?”

Get ‘em in a bed we laxing till I have ‘em sweating like Patrick Young

Stay fresh from the toes to the hair

Dressed to impress so she wanna give me head

Said as long as I do it with my clothes on and that’s sucks a fuck playing a love song

If you like a man force outside only then please open your mouth wide

‘Cause I don’t need to respect you, girl, ‘cause you don’t respect yourself

Please undress yourself, my generation’s cold

My generation, my generation, my generation don’t know shit

Tryina act like we grown shit, better get on your own shit

Y’all niggas can’t tell me nothing, take shape for that long kit

Tryina show y’all something

Man, I’m in my zone, bitch and I’m puffing on …poses

You poses, hey

‘Cause we stay fly, hey, hey, hey

‘Cause we stay fly