The Devil Wears Prada Lyrics

*  Still Fly

Originally by Big Tymers

Gator boots with a 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 okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Get your car play gems gone shine
Instead momma get a bling,  baby girl let's ride
You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide
and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside
Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather
Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater
Twenty-inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly
Number one don't tangle and twist it
When it come to these cars I am that dood
The Coogi with the matching interior
Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, it's our Summer

Gator boots with a 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 okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas, in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gonna ride
Got everything in my momma's name
But I'm Hood Rich. dadah dadah da dah 

Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck
Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt
See the steering wheels Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me
Cruising through the parking lot on twenty fours
Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With an navigation arrow headed straight to I-Hop
Aunt Jemimah really love me 'cause my syrup so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens
Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
TV with a horn going "Boy can you top that?"
I'ma show you some - rookie press that button
The trunk went and all of a sudden
Four fifteen's, didn't see no wires
And then I heard "Boom!" from the amplifiers

Lemme slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Prowler and loud pipes, Drinkin the Henn
It's the Birdie-Birdie Man, I'll do it again
In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fours with tints

Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time
Six bad broads flying in that nine
New Suburban Truck with the paint job showing
Black and white it, red and gold it...

Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what?
That hard-top beamer yo Mamma, that's your truck
I come in up the hood and Lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly

Four-thirty Lex with the convertible top
And the rims keeps spinning every time I stop
Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a old school Caddy with a "diamond in the back"

Gator boots with a 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 okay, cause I'm Still Fly

Got a quarter tank of gas, in my new E class
But that's alright, cause I'm gonna ride
Got everything in my momma's name
But I'm Hood Rich. dadah dadah da dah

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