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SupaFly (feat. B. WildBoi, Mr. Young) Video (MV)






Bighand-NO - SupaFly (feat. B. WildBoi, Mr. Young) Lyrics




A Im super fly since a youngin
Been that nigga called number 1 stunner
Im bad and Im rolling Micheal Jackson strolling
Check that palm of my hand its rose golden
Im all on chill nigga Im frozen
Big rocks on my wrist look like its swollen
And you know I stay off my A true religion and Evisus
Im hittin Js on my feet Nikes that sweet
Foamposites $200 I had to cop em sweet
Its easy believe me my pockets stay fat
Macaroni nigga Im so cheesy
Please believe me its young B lover
And I keep lethal weapons like danny glover and No
Lets get em fly and flashy
Whip game tight whip game right
Yea

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey

Its like where you wanna go Im a take ya
Born to be fresh cause I aint no faker
Got a boat load of haters from the beats I be making
Or the land wit the acres
Making shit hot similiar to jamaica
And f*ck a watch from jacob
992's and some jeans not a clue
I aint broke like you I do what I do
Slide out the shower my teeth my hair too
Threw on some cologne this heres versace blue ooh
Big 45 dude this heres new
Take a trip to another level this heres true
Cash in large amounts cause rents due
And if you try to prevent dude
From making his cash credentials
I grab the gats the mask and take a spin thru
To convince you super fly baby
So I roll like a pimp do

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey

Call me tower inferno pull ya bitch and earn mo
Not to mention opposition ride let em burn slow
Anybody wanna earn mo money on the pipe
Get the bad type chicks and say baby this is ya night
Not to mention roll wit a pimp
And let your troubles take flight
And not to mention everybody smiling for insight
Im bout my money cheese fettiocka that skrilla
We on the grind forella look bitch you f*ckin wit killers
Under water gorrilas dudes bad for ya health
Watch rolling on the pike and watch me goes for self
Everybody leaning on em interveaning on em
Same muthaf*cker jump up wit low self esteem on em
Watch me ream on em just like a game of talk
The outcome of my insanity is outlined in chalk
So baby no you know my know mo and motive
And not to mention smile in my face premeditated smoker

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey
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A Im super fly since a youngin
Been that nigga called number 1 stunner
Im bad and Im rolling Micheal Jackson strolling
Check that palm of my hand its rose golden
Im all on chill nigga Im frozen
Big rocks on my wrist look like its swollen
And you know I stay off my A true religion and Evisus
Im hittin Js on my feet Nikes that sweet
Foamposites $200 I had to cop em sweet
Its easy believe me my pockets stay fat
Macaroni nigga Im so cheesy
Please believe me its young B lover
And I keep lethal weapons like danny glover and No
Lets get em fly and flashy
Whip game tight whip game right
Yea

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey

Its like where you wanna go Im a take ya
Born to be fresh cause I aint no faker
Got a boat load of haters from the beats I be making
Or the land wit the acres
Making shit hot similiar to jamaica
And f*ck a watch from jacob
992's and some jeans not a clue
I aint broke like you I do what I do
Slide out the shower my teeth my hair too
Threw on some cologne this heres versace blue ooh
Big 45 dude this heres new
Take a trip to another level this heres true
Cash in large amounts cause rents due
And if you try to prevent dude
From making his cash credentials
I grab the gats the mask and take a spin thru
To convince you super fly baby
So I roll like a pimp do

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey

Call me tower inferno pull ya bitch and earn mo
Not to mention opposition ride let em burn slow
Anybody wanna earn mo money on the pipe
Get the bad type chicks and say baby this is ya night
Not to mention roll wit a pimp
And let your troubles take flight
And not to mention everybody smiling for insight
Im bout my money cheese fettiocka that skrilla
We on the grind forella look bitch you f*ckin wit killers
Under water gorrilas dudes bad for ya health
Watch rolling on the pike and watch me goes for self
Everybody leaning on em interveaning on em
Same muthaf*cker jump up wit low self esteem on em
Watch me ream on em just like a game of talk
The outcome of my insanity is outlined in chalk
So baby no you know my know mo and motive
And not to mention smile in my face premeditated smoker

Is it the clothes that I got
Make the hoes wanna jock
Im the flyest on the block cause Im hot shorty
To fly willie superfly wit it
Is it the whips thats kitted
Tell them hoes lets get it
Stay fresh wit the fitted
Jewels glisten on em
To fly willie sup superfly wit it
Hey
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Writer: BRANDON SPRIGGS, EDWARD YOUNG, NORRIS A JENKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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