Still Fly Lyrics - The Devil Wears Prada

Whats up, Fresh, it's our turn, baby 

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit 

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp 

Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent 

But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly 

Gotcha car, play gems on shine, said it's mine 

Get a mink, baby girl, let's ride 

You da numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide 

And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside 

Prowler Gucci full length leather 

Burbons cooler, Coogi sweater 

Twenty inches pop my feather 

The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather 

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Alligator seats with the head in the inside 

Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so fly 

Numba 1, don't tangle and twisle 

When it come to these cars I am that nigga 

The Gucci with the matching interior 

3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle 

It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers 

We shine like paint daddy this our summer 

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit 

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp 

Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent 

But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly 

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class 

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride 

Got everything in my moma's name 

But I'm hood rich da, dada, dada, da 

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Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck? 

Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt 

See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani 

With your baby momma playa is where u can find me 

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's 

Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose 

With the navigation arrow headed straight to your spot 

Where your wife really love me 'cause the sex is so hot 

Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel Benz 

Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens 

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat 

TV where the horn go, boy can you top that? 

I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button 

The trunk went eh, eh and all of a sudden 

4 15's didn't see no wire's 

And then I heard boom from the amplifiers 

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins 

Impala Loud pipes, drinking that hen 

It's the birdy, birdy man, I'll do it again 

In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's 

Looking at my Gucci it's about that time 

6 bad broads flying in at 9 

New Suburban truck with the porno showin' 

Up and down and up they go and 

Bodies on the Roadster Lexus 

You know with that hard top beamer, mommy that's your truck 

I'm coming up the hood been lovely 

New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbley 

430 lex with convertible top 

The rims keep spinning every time I stop 

I got a superman Benz that I scored from shaq 

With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back 

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit 

Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp 

Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent 

But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly 

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class 

But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride 

Got everything in my moma's name 

But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da