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Let It Fly Lyrics by Lil Wayne Lil Wayne , Travis Scott
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Fly
Let it fly
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I, yeah
It's Mr. Micheal Myers, man
Word to MoneyBagg, I keep it coming in
By the way we work you think I had a twin
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbing in
You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight, yeah
We at the top, end of discussion
They mixing alcohol in that 'tussin
The demon in they eyes and they clutchin'
I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah
I kept the towel, not throwin' in
I'm riding Around in my ends
I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me Around when I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
She wanna hear that shit again, nah
That's the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing
Let it fly
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived, it's C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine
And keep in mind that we don't mind losin' our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gonna be like 'never mind'
What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line then you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line and I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checker fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more the next in line
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped
Talking 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Lookin' in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly
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