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"Flyest Of My Generation" lyrics BlueBucksClan Lyrics "Flyest Of My Generation"

Nah we ain't cool, this shit ain't free, you niggas got to pay to see it
You ain't talking money, stay the fuck away from me

Told my bitch if I told you the truth you wouldn't believe it
Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving
Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?
Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony

We just pulled up ten deep in Double RRs at La Petite
Take care of my family, kids call me Jeeezy Uncle P
She let me hit her first night, I ain't have to show consistency
When they ask about the west these niggas better mention me
I ain't even try to fuck her, bruh that shit was accidental
Tried to talk to you a while ago but now you don't remember
Hit her with the coldest spin, Braxton Miller
Said she a Capricorn, her birthday in December
Went and bought another Rollie so I won't be time wasting
I went shopping yesterday, it felt like I went wine tasting
Fuck with dimes and up, I can't do nothing basic
He thought he could fuck with me but it was just his imagination
They copy everything we do but we embrace it
I'm flyest nigga of my generation

Told my bitch if I told you the truth you wouldn't believe it
Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving
Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?
Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony

Quarterback, I'm play calling, bring the motion back
Top floor, I stay where you overlook the ocean at
If I get some Louis, tell myself I need the coat for that
Really keeping ten bitches happy, I'm the GOAT for that
Can't settle down, if I do it'd be with Doja Cat
Yes I like to fuck on niggas hoes, why what's wrong with that?
You still tryna hold that bitch down? Boy you strong for that
I got Marty on and Lemon on, this don't go with that
I'm the one that's setting trends, yeah I showed them that
We the ones that run the west, I just noticed that
Sipping juice, I don't hit bars, big rolls, big stars
Pouring fours, Brett Favre, blowing gas, hitting hard
She with me, you on the clock working shifts hard
Blowing cash when I shop, I don't got gift cards
Bad bitch, she from Carson, eating good, we at Larson's
Sack on me, Micah Parsons, I get paid just for talking
From the streets but I made it, feel like Rafer Altston
At the Laker game, I'm through the back where the players walking

Told my bitch if I told you the truth you wouldn't believe it
Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving
Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?
Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony