Black Da Dealer - Let'em Fly Lyrics
Hook:I get em in and I let em flyGotta keep an alibi,All my cars went like okayBut they call me bout my own name.Married to the streets I got my wind line,Put that mother*cker city cocaine,See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoiaI'd rather sing a song, can't you sing it hard?Money talk pushing on the marathon,Old thing, you can call it ..She took me down her bigger, can make a crownI'ma hit that, hit that p**sy like a ten boneBig chain, black the ruler,Like past saggin' ain't no telling where them ..I got the truth full of linger,Who's in the mood and I sing song,If I catch her boy, they lullaby songs,And falling keeping me, I'ma take em nanoSupposed so might kush I came everythingNews brind new, got so many thingsYour dirty one bite nigga, so put flexin in your white niggaKeep my gun face, I want that on face,I want the fish tale, .. for crack saleHook:I get em, I get em in and I let em fly,Gotta keep an alibi,All my cars went like okayBut they call me bout my own name.Married to the streets I got my wind line,Put that mother*cker city cocaine,See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoiaI'd rather sing a song, can't you sing it hard?I'm a street nigga, barely check my resume,I'm in the kitchen with the type of song, Bill GatesFiscal, I'm talking white flex,So many grounds in the spot I can take some .. caseThese niggas get trap movies moving slow, I call it dead calling.. bust this strip down like I'm a senseiMan I beat the *****, I'm wipped it like should surely madeHit it with that warning she start early, tend like .. Jay,And I'm selling duices, my seats her air beauty,Inspire fifty Benz and I don't need no other roothieI keep a couple thousand stash, get my rallie ..Fifty how risk, middle tent, telling that is getting moneyI keep on pouring ***** and I'm on some balling shitI hope you never ball a brick, I swear you and my niggas some cool brickThey saying money .. I guess that's why I'm talking shitI call my migo up, I teddy time got more than blacking,Hook:I get em in and I let em flyGotta keep an alibi,All my cars went like okayBut they call me bout my own name.Married to the streets I got my wind line,Put that mother*cker city cocaine,See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoiaI'd rather sing a song, can't you sing it hard?And I've been dig a nigga won't go and check in like a five star holding tale***** you are your .. M, you understanding me?***** you nigga DJ big house one timeF*ck around from that Westside, yall understanding me?Just roll the big Zack, ATL was that nigga.. street nigga shit, like the dealer MA,Black Da Dealer.
