top, will yall forget about me [Course: Playa Fly (Bill Chill)] Bustas just be downin me (downin me) Suckas should be crowin me (oughta be crownin me yea) Always till I dizie Playa
friend or foe, gotta let you know That you just can't stop it, stop it [Verse 2:] You don't wanna fuck wit me, I'm startin' shit and endin' it Playa Fly
makin cheese Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B. Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house Fly so high funkytown, man you
, Real playas can't complain, cause real playas play the game [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Playa Fly] On and by my lonesome Fly can prove it to a playa self
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
you know the robber's back It's so Fly got for these punks cause Lil Chee-zy gettin' it crunk [Hook] [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Everlastin' gangsta Playa
We got playas in the house for the nine bitch We got playas in the house for the nine bitch (Tell 'em Fly) Nothing but the P came out Fly mouth We got playas
some big site to see Flowin straight from funky t-izo Fly full of plenty game Fly predicts me Fly aint trippin I roll wit some ballas mayne Gorilla pimpin Fly
do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do Fly got work to do [Verse 1: Playa Fly
, Now what we doing with it You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it Some say this shit
loved me told me to stop Like home girl can't catch shit if it drops A superwoman chick you know that I am Some shit don't fly by me in a man 'Cause
on drinks cause I'm a be shakin' my hips You gon' be lickin' your lips I'm a be takin' them pics Lookin' all fly and shit They told him don't you
see him pissing on himself and he wetting up his thighs and he trying to resist it switching i can smell him digging up shit like a fly come around and
leave 'cuz you ain't gone' you're a puppy on a leash time to come back home i done let 'chu out to play but 'chu ain't playin' fair you done meet
this Never lyin', truth teller That Rihanna reign, just won't let up All black on, blacked out shades Blacked out Maybach I'ma rock this shit
don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer
niggas get they dough I played the cut and let niggas rip they show Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris' Cop they whip, brag about they watch and shit But watch this shit
prolly lose your whip Niggas snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch how we do this shit, Bad Boy 2Kin it So playboy, what type of paper is you playin
