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Dallas Blocker

Genres: Pop

My City Lyrics - Dallas Blocker

[Chorus] 

I believe I can fly fly fly 

I believe I can fly fly fly 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I believe I can fly fly fly 

I believe I can fly fly fly 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I'm so high 

I Believe I can fly 

 

Aye Aye Aye 

Bitch I'm sittin' so high, I believe I can fly 

The coupe looks delicious the rims are waving bye 

? long like Diddy, I put on for my city 

Cologne Kush and Henny, I'm gone in that Hemi 

I'm gold but you don't hear me, four to the dome if you can hear me 

They say I need a pull-up when I pull up I'm the shit man 

When I grow up I wanna be like t-pain a hit man 

But do yourself a favor partna don't be talkin' shit man 

Your broad done up and broke your heart my whole squad hit man 

Hold up I see dead people, its just the dead white guys on my bread people 

 

[Chorus] 

 

I'm high as the moon and I'm flyer than a mosquito 

Stacking my chips I got a bank full of Doritos 

I'm too cool for school so I'm teaching a class 

Chiefin' on that purple rain partna puff puff pass 

See im higher than the price of gas gone off vanilla cream 

Rolling off of mac Dre leaning like a triple beam 

I got my wrist froze up like computer screens 

So fresh so clean exhale sticky green 

I got the top steady droppin' like record sales 

Paint changing colors like Tyra bank's finger nails 

Choose the fast life I'm the flashy type 

Diamonds in my mouth sparkle look like sprite 

I'm so high 

 

[Chorus] 

 

I believe I can lean spite and codeine 

Someones sleeping on the scene 

That's a hell of a dream I'm a hell of a guy 

That's a hell of a blunt fire it up lets get high 

You can call me g5 cause I be in the clouds 

Somewhere in the club with my clothes smelling loud 

And never will I smile cuz I be biting down 

Rollin off a p probably muggin' with a frown 

But naw ain't nothing wrong how could he be on rich 

Bitch looked at my whip bitch looked at my wrist 

My wrist is tricked in ice my neck is dripped in ice 

Bitch look at my life don't you wanna be my wife? 

Would you like to be my girl? dont you wanna change your life? 

I can change your life grab the credit card and swipe, like see? 

 

Fly fly fly 

 

[Chorus] 

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