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H-Town Flyin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Hello & DBL-A
Length: 6:26
Written by: Adam Amato, Chris Hello




Chris Hello & DBL-A - H-Town Flyin' Lyrics
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Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me what you feel tell me what you feel tell me what you feel tell me what you feeling, uh
I'ma make you feel Ima make you feel ima make you feel it ima make you feel it, uh
I know what you real I know what you real I know what you real I know what you really want
I'm about to kill I'm about to kill I'm about to kill I'm about to kill it, uh
I been workin late late
Stackin up the cake cake
Ima need to take take
Couple weeks of va-cay
These days I'm eatin great
Snapchat you see the plates
All this lobster meat and steak
No more pbjs!
The H is where I be these days
Mosaic catchin z's and rays
Every night my knees I pray
Family good keep em straight
I be livin dreams today
I just came lead the way
Carpe diem seize the day
Cash up feed my safe
New whip speed away
My condo spot be the rave
Celebrate cliquot spray
Shots come need em straight
Your girl just left wit me to stay
Tomorrow she back to be your bae
Dear lord Jesus name
Forgive me for my evil ways
Do this on the day to day
Came up in a major way
Shawty wanna stay and play
Her body curvy but my paper straight
I've been on this paper chase
So long I start to ache and ache
Now I see it face to face
It's time for me to take the reigns, huh
As a kid was a loner, now I'm older sippin champagne, pop that pop that
Got my whole family in the corner VIP you can't stop that stop that
Ima pull up in the Benz all the girls go crazy whenever I drop that top back
What you on now trust man my whole crew we already ready been off that off that
I went from moppin floors
To pullin up in Mercedes and hoppin in doors, uh
Went from makin nothin gettin no respect
To makin over $18 thousand in one check, uh
You all worried bout your Instagram and your Twitter
While I'm over here makin 6 figures, huh
I'm sonnin you dawg might call you a babysitter
So I can take your girl out and she can finally live a little
Oooooooo and ya better hope she loyal, cuz I love a girl who wantin to get spoiled
She actin like she don't know ya
Now she talkin like she rotten boy ohh ya
It's the, flight lander
Out of town trip planner
White sander
Somewhere you can get tanner
Got Good manners
Get ya camera
Relax Kick ya sandles
I got it handled, I'm the man yea, whoo
Bout to go in killa mode
These others rappers fake I never fit the mold
Girls be texting and callin they know I'm busy tho
Spillin drank on my hardwood maids will get it though
Back and forth to atx bout to hit the road
Bottle pop at Rose room ya it's lit fa sho
All that drama and yo BS girl it's gettin old
That's why I'm in that New E class sittin low
It's like I got a disease how I'm so sick and cold
20 floors above and ya we here we gettin throwed
Uh.. We gettin rich fasho
But I get a little nervous cuz how quick it go
I put prayer in one hand
Hard work in the other
Put em together look now I'm paid as a motha
With both hands full I fear my paper gon suffer
If I freed a hand to bring a grandbaby to my motha
Plus lately this damn dating game has been a struggle
With these girls who for some reason cant commit to nothin
They like 'possiblyyy' 'maybeeee'
Listen here baby
You think I'ma waste my time chasin you your crazyyyy
They saw my whip and they thought it was rented
Guess they cant believe that I came up quick as I did it
I let em think what they want I just speed off in it
They think Im losing in this race but I'm already finished, we winnin'
Watch me as I switch flow
DBL-A keep killin the instrumental, Uh
Stand tall like I tip toe
We at the top never dipped bro, I sip slow
My name Lo and I came to party
Never sold my soul cuz the devil can't afford me
Her body nice but baby so naughty
Let's for real go to the cribbo for the after party, uh
This for the ones with pockets all full of 1's
Just tryna change em to hundreds while having a little fun, uh
You can smell the tequila roll off my tongue
Now shawty feelin my body she kiss me like I'm the one, uh
So focused I'm ready to make our run
For the Broke to Shine, legend has just begun, uh
Okay been killin it since my mixtapes
Better yet since the cafeteria in 6th grade
Sauce drippin off my earlobes
My Whip cold ridin like a superhero
I pull up kill the scene like Deniro
Das yo girl tryna find me like I'm nemo, ya
She tryna get up outta here so
We dip off now you mad I can see bro
2016 cashed big checks with zeros
We was laughin jumpin tax brackets, how your year go?
Homie we Neva losin
Thanks to Daniel
Both the cigars and the broads is Cuban
Fam first no confusion
This God's plan I think they finally get the movement
Me and Rahm going crazy, blake going crazy
In the club poppin bottles like yea we made it, Uh
And Oh baby you and yo ladies can all roll to the cribbo in my Mercedes
Got the high rise jumpin oh my good gracious
Got you high as a mutha as soon as you taste it
You and I got eachotha we miles away, going hard like some lovas takin shots get wasted
But don't worry girl I got you we land so safely
They can never kill the vibe when the ride this wavy, yuh!
Just start sailin
With a lil Venezuelan
Ballin' like Jalen, Aye
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Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me if you feel me if you if you feel me, uh
Tell me what you feel tell me what you feel tell me what you feel tell me what you feeling, uh
I'ma make you feel Ima make you feel ima make you feel it ima make you feel it, uh
I know what you real I know what you real I know what you real I know what you really want
I'm about to kill I'm about to kill I'm about to kill I'm about to kill it, uh
I been workin late late
Stackin up the cake cake
Ima need to take take
Couple weeks of va-cay
These days I'm eatin great
Snapchat you see the plates
All this lobster meat and steak
No more pbjs!
The H is where I be these days
Mosaic catchin z's and rays
Every night my knees I pray
Family good keep em straight
I be livin dreams today
I just came lead the way
Carpe diem seize the day
Cash up feed my safe
New whip speed away
My condo spot be the rave
Celebrate cliquot spray
Shots come need em straight
Your girl just left wit me to stay
Tomorrow she back to be your bae
Dear lord Jesus name
Forgive me for my evil ways
Do this on the day to day
Came up in a major way
Shawty wanna stay and play
Her body curvy but my paper straight
I've been on this paper chase
So long I start to ache and ache
Now I see it face to face
It's time for me to take the reigns, huh
As a kid was a loner, now I'm older sippin champagne, pop that pop that
Got my whole family in the corner VIP you can't stop that stop that
Ima pull up in the Benz all the girls go crazy whenever I drop that top back
What you on now trust man my whole crew we already ready been off that off that
I went from moppin floors
To pullin up in Mercedes and hoppin in doors, uh
Went from makin nothin gettin no respect
To makin over $18 thousand in one check, uh
You all worried bout your Instagram and your Twitter
While I'm over here makin 6 figures, huh
I'm sonnin you dawg might call you a babysitter
So I can take your girl out and she can finally live a little
Oooooooo and ya better hope she loyal, cuz I love a girl who wantin to get spoiled
She actin like she don't know ya
Now she talkin like she rotten boy ohh ya
It's the, flight lander
Out of town trip planner
White sander
Somewhere you can get tanner
Got Good manners
Get ya camera
Relax Kick ya sandles
I got it handled, I'm the man yea, whoo
Bout to go in killa mode
These others rappers fake I never fit the mold
Girls be texting and callin they know I'm busy tho
Spillin drank on my hardwood maids will get it though
Back and forth to atx bout to hit the road
Bottle pop at Rose room ya it's lit fa sho
All that drama and yo BS girl it's gettin old
That's why I'm in that New E class sittin low
It's like I got a disease how I'm so sick and cold
20 floors above and ya we here we gettin throwed
Uh.. We gettin rich fasho
But I get a little nervous cuz how quick it go
I put prayer in one hand
Hard work in the other
Put em together look now I'm paid as a motha
With both hands full I fear my paper gon suffer
If I freed a hand to bring a grandbaby to my motha
Plus lately this damn dating game has been a struggle
With these girls who for some reason cant commit to nothin
They like 'possiblyyy' 'maybeeee'
Listen here baby
You think I'ma waste my time chasin you your crazyyyy
They saw my whip and they thought it was rented
Guess they cant believe that I came up quick as I did it
I let em think what they want I just speed off in it
They think Im losing in this race but I'm already finished, we winnin'
Watch me as I switch flow
DBL-A keep killin the instrumental, Uh
Stand tall like I tip toe
We at the top never dipped bro, I sip slow
My name Lo and I came to party
Never sold my soul cuz the devil can't afford me
Her body nice but baby so naughty
Let's for real go to the cribbo for the after party, uh
This for the ones with pockets all full of 1's
Just tryna change em to hundreds while having a little fun, uh
You can smell the tequila roll off my tongue
Now shawty feelin my body she kiss me like I'm the one, uh
So focused I'm ready to make our run
For the Broke to Shine, legend has just begun, uh
Okay been killin it since my mixtapes
Better yet since the cafeteria in 6th grade
Sauce drippin off my earlobes
My Whip cold ridin like a superhero
I pull up kill the scene like Deniro
Das yo girl tryna find me like I'm nemo, ya
She tryna get up outta here so
We dip off now you mad I can see bro
2016 cashed big checks with zeros
We was laughin jumpin tax brackets, how your year go?
Homie we Neva losin
Thanks to Daniel
Both the cigars and the broads is Cuban
Fam first no confusion
This God's plan I think they finally get the movement
Me and Rahm going crazy, blake going crazy
In the club poppin bottles like yea we made it, Uh
And Oh baby you and yo ladies can all roll to the cribbo in my Mercedes
Got the high rise jumpin oh my good gracious
Got you high as a mutha as soon as you taste it
You and I got eachotha we miles away, going hard like some lovas takin shots get wasted
But don't worry girl I got you we land so safely
They can never kill the vibe when the ride this wavy, yuh!
Just start sailin
With a lil Venezuelan
Ballin' like Jalen, Aye
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Writer: Adam Amato, Chris Hello
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