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Stay Fly Lyrics By Three 6 Mafia Featuring Young Buck Eightball Mjg

    dj paul
    yeah for the first time it’s going down history baby
    new three 6 mafia featuring 8ball mjg young buck
    it’s a tennessee thing

    juicy j
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie

    juicy j
    they call me the juice and you know i’ma stunt
    riding in the car with some bump in the trunk
    tone in my lap and you know it’s a pump
    breaking down the good green rolling the blunt
    ghetto pimp type girls say i’m the mayne
    ice on the wrist with the ice in the chain
    riding through the hood got me gripping the grain
    and i’m sipping the same while i’m changing the lane
    eyes real tight cause i’m choking the green
    vision messed up cause i’m drinking the lean
    messing with a dboy riding them big toys
    make your main gal wanna get on my team
    she gotta give it up before she get in my car
    i ain’t denzel but i know i’m a star
    cause when i’m in the club i be back in the fog
    in the vip part and be buying the bar

    dj paul
    dj paul is a dog one you do not trust
    you leave your green around me nigga your green gon’ get lit up
    you leave your drank around me
    believe your drank gon’ get drunk up
    you leave your girl around me if she bad she gon’ get stuck
    these niggas is spies
    we live them lives and keep them eyes tight
    riding ’round what they like
    make a couple nuns a couple of dykes
    so purple purple purple and swallow it down
    with the yurple yurple yurple it’s going down

    juicy j
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie

    young buck
    puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
    let’s get high nigga smoke us one
    paul pulled out the phantom niggas can’t stand it
    but them hoes gon’ come out
    just really wanna smoke my weed
    fuck these hoes and stack my gs
    stop at the light and pause on three
    hit the mall and it be all on me but
    gotta keep one eye up on the popo
    close the window when i roll the indo
    know they mad cause i’m rolling benzo
    this that purple not pretendo
    three 6 mafia them my kinfolks
    so when i’m in memphis tennekee
    i just might not bring my own
    cause them niggas there let me smoke for free

    4 crunchy black
    what’s up mary how you doing mary jane stalking me
    since i have met you girl you ruled my brain
    you stole my heart right from the start
    so i broke you down let momma put you in the ‘gar

    juicy j
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie
    i gotta stay flyyyy yy yy y
    ’til i dieieieie ieie ieie ie

    5 8ball
    premro full of that dro
    leave the club full of rose’ mo
    your girlfriend wanna ride with me
    in a car with a pimp where she supposed to be
    you ain’t met no dude spit it cold as me
    the bag of kush cost 650
    have a nigga who smoke reggie miller
    coughing and choking constantly
    taste like fruit when you hit it
    gotta have bread to get it
    smoke all night sleep all day
    that’s the epitome of the american way
    roll that shit light that shit hit that shit hold that shit
    blow that shit out slow then pass it to me bro

    6 mjg
    mj finna sprinkle in some of that
    super incredible have a nigga running back
    where that nigga with the hood sticky number at
    cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack
    in the morning when i need this
    and breath again a whole lot of weed
    but i’m needing somebody to give me what i need
    when i want nothing less then the best of the trees
    dj paul and juicy j 8ball and mjg
    and young buck we don’t give a fuck
    we must represent this tennessee
    we drink a whole lot of hennessy
    nigga got a lil’ hair on his chest
    do me like bill clinton girl take it out your mouth
    we’ll shoot it right down on your dress

    juicy j
    flyyyy yy yy y

    Artist: Three 6 Mafia Featuring Young Buck Eightball Mjg

    Year: 2005

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 464