haters, sorry that you couldn't phase me ain't being cocky we just vindicated, best believe that when we done This moment will be syndicated, I don't know, this night just
color shoes You know Ima need to dress to impress Hair ponytail Little bit of make-up I'm chillin wit my man today And though I'm fly my gleam don'
my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me aint being cocky we just vindicated, best believe that when were done This moment will be syndicated, I don't know this night just
cars, cars and the clothes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just
It's obvious I wanna see who ya mommy is We just friends so she can't Clyde Bonnie us Fly walls down in the fly halls Come to the master suite leave
my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated Best believe that when we done this moment will be syndicated I don't know, this night just
it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard, I swear to God Life is a dumb blond white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin
Picked peaches off the trees Climbed the water tower in Paris Tennessee Been to Florence Alabama Drank muscadine wine Just give me a chance to change your mind So before you go and fly away
had said Or is it all just bouncing like a bubble in your head Run, run 'til you're far away Run, run 'til you're far away 'Cause if you want to blow
cryin' As they carried his brothers away With the fire rainin' down and the hell all around There were few men left standin' that day Saw the eagle fly
days of my life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just
out like a bitch So ladies We just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you'll niggas Is bitches too I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high,why? that ain't fly
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
and he needed more So he tried to steal something out a liquor store But before Georgie-Porgie could get away The man pulled out his gun and blew him away
in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin