Dance - Fly Lyrics

Don't make me come outta my habitat
You bragging ain't having that
I'll show you whose mastered craft
Don't ask for no master class
I stand on my tip toes
When I'm too low and I'm grabbing at
I tend to pick and roll, when I know fo show
Where the goal is at

This the drop nigga
This the type of shit that make ya head go Bop
In a
Club with the rocks, under Henny from the Top
Any minute I might topple over
Right out my spot
Damn
And a Nigga chose to fly
Not knowing what he forgot
Now I'm over ya'll niggas heads
Like homie forgot to drop
The convertible top, he spent bread on Swerving it off the lot, spilling
Three point seven liters, gallon eater
An awful lot
This anita twerking on old geezer
F*ck a who need a feature
I'm like Dot
I might see you at the top
I'm like Chaka, through the Fire
I ain't spitting through no wire
Bet a nigga touch the sky
Nine one two, where I reside
Know three three six where I grew up in fact
These clones

Make me come outta my habitat
You bragging ain't having that
I'll show you whose mastered craft
Don't ask for no master class
I stand on my tip toes, when I'm too low
And I'm grabbing at
I tend to pick and roll, when I know fo show
Where the goal is at

This don't stop nigga
This the type of shit that make you want the Top
Falling Down
From the sky, never brought yo ass alive
Any minute I might columbine
I'm calling all the shots
Damn
And a nigga chose to fly

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