The Devil Wears Prada - Still Fly Lyrics

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What’s 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 that’s OK, ‘cause I'm still fly 

Gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets 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 Bird man daddy I fly in any weather 
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 fella
The Gucci with the matching interior 
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle 
Its 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 that’s OK, ‘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 mamma's name 
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da 

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 Ihop
Aunt Jemima really loves me 'cause my syrup 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 
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that? 
I'ma show you some rookie press that button 
The trunk went, and all of a sudden 
4 15's didn't see no wires, 
And then I heard boom from the amplifiers 

[Breakdown] 

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins 
Impala Loud pipes,	bringin’ the mayhem
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 rad dudes flying in at 9 
New Suburban truck with the paint job showin' 
Black and white and red and gold
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus you know with that hard top beamer 
Momma that’s your truck 
I'm coming up the hood been lovely 	
New soap in the tub 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 that’s OK, 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 mama’s name 
But I'm hood rich da dada dada da

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lyrics submitted by rokkuranx on 10-04-2008
lyrics corrected on 09-03-2009