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Fly Pelican Fly Video (MV)




Performed By: Winn
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Ryan Winn




Winn - Fly Pelican Fly Lyrics
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Prior Knowledge in the building bitch
Bad Boys II
Uh
On point like a pencil
Talk shit
I'll leave you outlined like a stencil
I ain't the violent type
Unless I have to be
You push me too far
You'll be my first casualty
I'm out for f*cking blood
And I ain't talkin' gangs
It's wìnnie wìnn bitch
Watch me do my f*ckin' thang
Back to the program
Compared to no man
When yo' girl walks by
I'm like oh damn
Ay, baby lemme holler for a second
My name is wìnnie wìnn
And I got a platinum record
And these chains on my neck
Are getting kinda heavy
And I can't decide which to take
The Chevy or the Bentley
Sike, I'm playin'
But I got your attention
Hustle is my third muscle
I'mma get to stretchin'
Money is the motivation
Got no patience
For these dumb f*cks, that're stuck
Being patient
I gotta get the money
I'm on a f*ckin' diet
I'm ballin' like a bum
And I don't f*ckin' like it
My pockets mad skinny
Because I'm broke as f*ck
But I got a style
That'll f*ck you up (Uh)
And you a bitch, filthy rich
I'm gettin' sick on the track
Like I got herps on my dick
And I be flarin', you be blarin'
All my music, you be scarin'
All the parents that be hearin' it
Bad Boys bitch
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Prior Knowledge in the building bitch
Bad Boys II
Uh
On point like a pencil
Talk shit
I'll leave you outlined like a stencil
I ain't the violent type
Unless I have to be
You push me too far
You'll be my first casualty
I'm out for f*cking blood
And I ain't talkin' gangs
It's wìnnie wìnn bitch
Watch me do my f*ckin' thang
Back to the program
Compared to no man
When yo' girl walks by
I'm like oh damn
Ay, baby lemme holler for a second
My name is wìnnie wìnn
And I got a platinum record
And these chains on my neck
Are getting kinda heavy
And I can't decide which to take
The Chevy or the Bentley
Sike, I'm playin'
But I got your attention
Hustle is my third muscle
I'mma get to stretchin'
Money is the motivation
Got no patience
For these dumb f*cks, that're stuck
Being patient
I gotta get the money
I'm on a f*ckin' diet
I'm ballin' like a bum
And I don't f*ckin' like it
My pockets mad skinny
Because I'm broke as f*ck
But I got a style
That'll f*ck you up (Uh)
And you a bitch, filthy rich
I'm gettin' sick on the track
Like I got herps on my dick
And I be flarin', you be blarin'
All my music, you be scarin'
All the parents that be hearin' it
Bad Boys bitch
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Writer: Ryan Winn
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