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Parachute (feat. Spiff100) Video (MV)




Performed By: Que Flee
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Deon Brumfield, Marquis Powell




Que Flee - Parachute (feat. Spiff100) Lyrics




And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute

And I've been up to no good I will admit
I've been mixing drugs and liquor wit cannabis
Yeah
And you can't hit my phone
I swipe and hit dismiss
And you don't really own that foreign we know that shit is rented
They never knew a chubby nigga get so fly and flow like this
They never knew a chubby nigga can talk so sly and f*ck they bitch
And if you wit me then wit me and if you not then suck my dick
Keep talkin all dat shit behind my back
I'ma split yo wig
Why you wanna change yo character you not like this
Why you worried bout my pockets and who's my bitch
And don't you worry bout my drip
My shit legit
And I'm the Head Honcho how think it look if I'm gon quit ?

And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute

Swear to God that I'm so fly
I'm just stuck up in the sky
There ain't no cap bitch I don't lie
Make you feel it when I rhyme
When we run it up it's simple
I just ran it up on a treadmill
F*cking on your girl and her friend'nem
Put it together like a synonym
They just mad that I'm fly
That we owning and you renting it
Flexing wit you rent bitch
Just like everyday is Christmas
And we boutta blow
Flee my dog like it's GI Joe
And we need mo'
Coming for it we might kick the do'
Take off like a parachute
Fly nigga check my latitude
If I was I you I'd be mad at chu
Real shit I feel bad for you
You never post up with us
On that Avenue
So if I get to the top ain't got a bag for you

And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute
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And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute

And I've been up to no good I will admit
I've been mixing drugs and liquor wit cannabis
Yeah
And you can't hit my phone
I swipe and hit dismiss
And you don't really own that foreign we know that shit is rented
They never knew a chubby nigga get so fly and flow like this
They never knew a chubby nigga can talk so sly and f*ck they bitch
And if you wit me then wit me and if you not then suck my dick
Keep talkin all dat shit behind my back
I'ma split yo wig
Why you wanna change yo character you not like this
Why you worried bout my pockets and who's my bitch
And don't you worry bout my drip
My shit legit
And I'm the Head Honcho how think it look if I'm gon quit ?

And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute

Swear to God that I'm so fly
I'm just stuck up in the sky
There ain't no cap bitch I don't lie
Make you feel it when I rhyme
When we run it up it's simple
I just ran it up on a treadmill
F*cking on your girl and her friend'nem
Put it together like a synonym
They just mad that I'm fly
That we owning and you renting it
Flexing wit you rent bitch
Just like everyday is Christmas
And we boutta blow
Flee my dog like it's GI Joe
And we need mo'
Coming for it we might kick the do'
Take off like a parachute
Fly nigga check my latitude
If I was I you I'd be mad at chu
Real shit I feel bad for you
You never post up with us
On that Avenue
So if I get to the top ain't got a bag for you

And this my year
I swear I'm coming for everything
And I've been humble way too long
I've been tripping
If you don't stand for nothing
You'll fall for anything
I've been the realest nigga
You can ask my team
And we don't box
We don't fight
We don't tussle
We gon shoot
I've been looking for a bad bitch who gon knock me out my boots
I've been chilling up in Brooklyn
You waiting on drugs man they in en route
And I swear to God I'm so fly my backpack is a parachute
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Writer: Deon Brumfield, Marquis Powell
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