Wiley – Flick In The Air | Lyrics 2020

Lyrics: Flick In The Air - Wiley

Eastside got the ‘Claren in the city
That’s us yep, taking the Mickey
When the Lambo drops, frightening
Good ’cause my life’s been trekking and hiking
Westside got the drip for the year
Bro said I been sick for the year
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air

Flick in the air, flick in the air, flick in the air
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air

You don’t wanna walk through the fire with me
Don’t be scared talk to the fire with me
Throw your money in the air
Heads come back, them coins
They’re coming with me
Back to the village
Come radio if you wanna get a spillage
I be the first to admit if I did it
Spin a MC no Ls manna go for the winnage

If you want to play with the fire
Getting burnt might happen
I know this pattern like Rob Mccracken
All packs of knowledge I stack em
All you gotta do is not get caught lacking
Don’t leave your bredrin, make sure you back him
Tell your bro stay in his house, no capping
I’m outside, it’s chapping, yeah I’m outside it’s freezing
All the styles I bust, them man lease ’em
They’ve been living off of barefaced treason
I bet I’m gonna win the prem this season
‘Cause I’ve got the logic I win for no reason
Drop top F-type season, say they don’t like me
Yep I believe ’em

Eastside got the ‘Claren in the city
That’s us yep, taking the Mickey
When the Lambo drops, frightening
Good ’cause my life’s been trekking and hiking
Westside got the drip for the year
Bro said I been sick for the year
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air

Flick in the air.. flick in the air.. flick in the air
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air

Money goes down, money goes up
Money makes man start going on f**ked
But if you let this money rule you
You’ll end up in a f**kery, end up in a rut
End up in a banger and for no stripes
Looking for the likes looking for the dislikes
Into this year, a few MCs
Saw man and they try hitchhike

Dead, leave them man in the past
It’s Wiley and I’m getting ’em hyper but
It’s Wiley and I won’t get last
I will go bare face, I don’t wanna mask
I don’t want help when I’m going on a task
See me on the train, you can see me on the bus
See me in the car like an eastside boss
Saying what the bumba saying what the rass

Yo, you can’t G-shock man
‘Cause you man are some cheap-shot man
Rock steady and bebop man
Fouled me at the basket, now I got free shots fam
You can’t G-shock man
You man are some cheap-shot man
Rock steady and bebop man
Fouled me at the basket
Now I got free shots fam

Eastside got the ‘Claren in the city
That’s us yep, taking the Mickey
When the Lambo drops, frightening
Good ’cause my life’s been trekking and hiking
Westside got the drip for the year
Bro said I been sick for the year
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air

Flick in the air.. flick in the air.. flick in the air
This run’s gonna be quick to the clear
‘Cause I gamble a pound like flick in the air…

➤ Written by Wiley
Album: Godfather 3
Wiley | 2020


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