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Buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
I ain't, I ain't been in the studio for a while
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
You finna die baby!
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
Yeah
The monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen, Jack"
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa don't blow your top

Supa

Don't blow your-
Play stupid, I play dirty
Hands on like [?] (Like Lilly)
I got the sauce and you got the juice
N***a we don't got the same fluid (Noo)
Foofoo your whole gang 'tupid ('tupid!)
Digital you n***as can't do it (Look at it!)
Bullets go straight through his hat
Had that n***a doing that cray movement (Cray!)
I ain't got time to cry today
Don't-give-a-f**k, vibe today
I'ma finger-paint myself just to put a bullet hole inside my face (Blah!)
Time is valuable, and I ain't really got it down the ways
Grab up her tiny waist, (Uh)
Then she ride my face (Ooh)
I'm a grimey ape in a shiny cape with a lotta cake (Alot of money)
Pick-up-truck how she back it up
Bih' rocking like Metallica (Metallica)
Got a cricket like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa
I was never good at algebra but I like it when my money addin' up (When its adding up)
This money be flippin' itself, while I keep my feet up like a mafia boss (Where my money?)
I see these pu**y-a** n***as runnin' around trynna copy this off me (They copying)
See my shooter then you then the shotty went off
Pick up the body and drop that sh*t off
That's my king and I ain't gotta player, but I will cus' I can
You finna die baby!

Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right, fly
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
It's a bird it's a plane!
Straighten up and fly right
Hell nah, it's Bandingo!
Cool down, papa don't blow your top

Don't blow your top!
Her mood swinging like a pendulum (Pendulum)
I ain't trippin' I know it's the hormones
She just need a little act right
So the neighbors boutta hear this w**** moan (Uh-huh!)
Never tell the boys the next move, that's cla**ified information (information)
If I tell my n***as that we gotta play they better get in formation (Yeah!)
Startin' sh*t like Conan, or Afghan, I'm a madman
Cool n***a frosty the snow man, please act up, I'm a showman
(Imma show you!)
Showboating like a showman
Trynna preach but your a** a whole fan (Whole fan)
You don't really wanna go down that road
Like rosecrance you got no chance (N***a!)
I sense lies like a polygraph
In the zone with the hockey mask (Hockey mask)
B*t*h deep-throat my blowpop, I ain't got time to lollygag (No time to lolly)
Pull up a whole bunch of choppers kicking, is it a gunfight or a karate cla**?
Pop a tag, whole lotta cash
Baby got a whole lot of a** (Yeah)
You b*t*hes stay up in the shop (She bad!)
Don't worry if the Bugatti crash
Hop on my back, girl you know I'm fast we gon' fly away
Got a whole lot of swag, they trynna copy
But they don't know how to play

Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, yeah, Fly right, fly
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, yeah
Straighten up and fly right
Ooh
Cool down, papa don't blow your top
Don't you blow your f**king top!
You finna die baby
God bless you man
We ain't worried about the comments
Yeah, Ooh, yeah, sh*t, B*t*h!

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