cold Fly's been pimpin' Fly's been told behold the Fly a golden child Anna wish to reconcile, but they just ain't Playa style Psycho sounds surroundin' me, Fly
I buck clean about in a Phantom The people go screaming like an opera anthem I did it before, do it again I got to blow, gotta to spin Lies before, cool as the wind Got
) Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF) [Busta Rhymes] C'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy Hot, we raise the level to
And you always look fly, you stay wit' the mean outfit And got shoes they ain't even come out wit' Always got ya nails done, always got ya self fixed
t I remind you to bring your swimming clothes? No, I didn't, on purpose now you're swimmin' in ya "Whoah" [Chorus] (Ay) I got money, got papa, (ay) Got
is right Spending more dough than you saw in ya life And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya
hot [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five four three two one My mon Meth-Tical come and get some [Method Man] Playin my position
lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back Come on [Ma$e] Yo yo yo yo its deja vu And the day ya'll do It'll be the day ya'll bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees
with this little mama off schedule Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers But but bout that, sh shawty housed that, You you got that
I know that got you kinda hype My ice is albino white I hope your vagina tight I go under water and I hope your parana bite Hot carter Imma kiss the
****. Uhh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked, these n***** ballin' by accident. Uhh, keep talking make em' f*** up ya bodies and ya homies tell your mom
ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out do
Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though I Ate It Ain't My Birthday But I Got My Name On the Cake (Shit) Believe That, If Ya Mans Wanna Play Imma Fuck Around And
while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman got a navy and cash money cant save ya
I got cake like everyday my birthday [Chorus] [B.G.] I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine Ain
t play doe, Bitches pop shit but they soft like play dough, gotta lotta banks so she wanna be Me, I gotta full tank little momma on E, I fly first class
locker, All I.P uh, big and packer, That he’s not, but damn he’s hot, label fly but Pit wont stop, got her in the car, quit playin’ with his (Romo?) watch
