FLY TO THE SOUTH Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Ooh Yeah Yeah

Ooh Yeah Shawty

Let's go the south my baby

Lied to her face

Now she know I ain't Christian

Told my little baby

Yeah, I was on a mission

Last time mama called she asked why you tweakin'

Talked to the preacher, yeah he know I'm seakin'

Walk with a triangle

Yeah, that's my secant

Talk about the fungi

Yeah, she know I'm peakin'

Lied to her face, she ask why you Christian

Wesleyan, thespian, you pedestrian (Yeah)

God damn band in my head

I am drippin' like a faucet, this my land yeah

Tweakin', peakin', seakin' off this shit, 2CB (Huh)

Life in pink, fake lovin' now I'm free yuh

Stupid ratchet bitch

She a rich dope fiend, yeah

Papi is a trumpy

Oh right she eat, nah

Fly her out the country

All I want LG

Stupid bitch said she loved me, yeah

Know she never have it

But I know she leakin'

Took her to the cribbo and I fucked all weekend

Be about that life or ball on hoes, Yao ming

Sippin' on this tea

Nah, it's chow mein, yeah

Life of the party, no Amiri jeans

Every shawty want it

She want to marry

Be about that life

Not a rich dope fiend

Papi was a trumpy, she cum from LG

Yeah, be about that life

Suckin' on my dick, I know she wanna hit the lights

Oh, I love her so I kissed her at the light

Hop out with my AK, KA running his mouth

Trying to see if we can fly to the south

Fly to the south

Flight, fly to the south