Lyrics:
Looking up at the sky I can't do this I can't lie
But tell me why you so shy
Tell em Bye time will fly
Ima fly, I'm that guy
Just got to try to win
that boy that I warned you about
But something 'aint right looking at you now
So don't lie to me and tell me that it's nothin
I can tell that it 'aint
dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't
remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
Know that it's mine tell them boys you're taken
You remind me I'm that guy
You remind me I'm that guy
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
of Detroit
Where real bitches pull up
And we bring the noise
We tear down the party
And fuck on ya boys
We all fly bitches
So we leaving like them toys
We
now
Lil' mama a Gemini, she a freak on both sides
(Okay)
Tell 'em all the truth, my nigga, no lie
(Okay) we like Juicy J, we get so fly
I'm at they
cold, but it's gon' keep me warm
With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
The greatest
[JD]
Yo, you ever be out
And see somebody that you want right den n there,
You don't even feel like talking,
You just wanna walk right up to em
Tell me where the fuck is your logo
That ain't no mother fuckin' Polo
Them ain't no mother fuckin' Levi's
Boy yo swagg so so so
Tell me where
is, nigga. Here it is. What you
gonna do with it?
Bizzy:
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by
that lesson, you
She wanna fuck with a top boy
She told me anywhere I want, she'll go
I know you know about my past, girl
So how fast you wanna go, oh oh
I'm tryna
they're flying and landing
Tell God light the way
But you know I pull up on em it's space time and FaceTime
And it′s bright today, so you know girls gonna
(Hook) 2X
For the love of the benjis
For the love of the fendi
For the love of the foreign whips every bad bitch trying to ride shotgun
Fly niggas
a piece she let me dive in it
I can't even fuck with the mail bro bro gone drive with it
Pretty face she take care her waist come get fly with me
You caught
then boy it's dollar menus
I don't pretend do, I just show 'em what my pen do
I'm not hating I really just can't relate to all of them dudes
The illusion
haters
Walking by i understand why
I guess a nigga can't look at you
Looking so fly i got hoes for the show
I got the flow that you know
Your girl wants
This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds
nigga you fuck with
And I’ll expose your man
One up on him
And that boy a bitch
But I can’t expose my hands
You know this man
Love it when she spit
who did me favors
Even strangers look
Tell my homies imma see em later
Rest In Peace when I say my prayers
Big Pun ion wanna be no player
Big moves all
care who got next
Energy Records on the line tell em who's next
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Yeah
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Yeah
fought thru it nigga now i'm free
You could tell by how i speak i ain't afraid
A lotta shit done changed
Some stressing but that ain't a thang
Lesson
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