Back to Top

Fly Till I Die Video (MV)




Performed By: Pharaoh Mansa
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Darion brown




Pharaoh Mansa - Fly Till I Die Lyrics
Official




Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
A million all hundreds
Got work like the 80's
I hit the block like a tail back
We can f*ck but you can't call this number back
Flipping work off the beam like a acrobat
Keep a strap on my waist like a fanny pack
I'm bout my business like a suit and ties
Got mob ties screaming free the guys
Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
I pull up and hop out that autobot
Click full of scammers decepticons
East Atlanta nigga lebanon
I need me a plug with a metric ton
If you want you some smoke
Then come get you some
If I holler out gang
Then them hitters come
And the light strike my chain
Like I'm zeus or something
Might f*ck on your bitch in a coupe or something
My click a secret society
Try us we rioting
Pour up a deuce
And f*ck up my sobriety
High stakes living life like the lottery
You aint one hundred
Lil bitch don't you lie to me
My nigga nike pull up for a check
Im a put all my niggas in patek's
I'm stay loyal till a nigga death
My nigga catch a body for respect
Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
A million all hundreds
Got work like the 80's
I hit the block like a tail back
We can f*ck but you can't call this number back
Flipping work off the beam like a acrobat
Keep a strap on my waist like a fanny pack
I'm bout my business like a suit and ties
Got mob ties screaming free the guys
Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
I pull up and hop out that autobot
Click full of scammers decepticons
East Atlanta nigga lebanon
I need me a plug with a metric ton
If you want you some smoke
Then come get you some
If I holler out gang
Then them hitters come
And the light strike my chain
Like I'm zeus or something
Might f*ck on your bitch in a coupe or something
My click a secret society
Try us we rioting
Pour up a deuce
And f*ck up my sobriety
High stakes living life like the lottery
You aint one hundred
Lil bitch don't you lie to me
My nigga nike pull up for a check
Im a put all my niggas in patek's
I'm stay loyal till a nigga death
My nigga catch a body for respect
Fly Till I Die like a bee sting
We want that wu-tang that heavy cream
Heard it all won't repeat a thing
My circle small like a wedding ring
And my bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out the trenches
I can't miss a payment
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Darion brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet