a revrene Keep these fuckin niggas guessin yeah [Lil Uno:] Have you ever heared of fly young pimpin Look in webster I'm the definition Fly guy fly whip always in a fly whip That get a fly
Tulkojums: Pack. Lidot.
that good good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass you get her them matching bags i get her to pack them bags get
It was your smile it was your style That had me gone from the jump It was your name it was your sign That made want to run Fly me to Vegas Packing my
nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly
shots come close to the head? Shirt soaked till it's red The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead Do I need a pack a vest for
sleepin' and we still eatin' Still bring that heat, wilin' out on the weekends Still happy in black and don't need a reason Still platinum back in London and Sweden Still pack
ain't even blacked yet (Come On) [P. Diddy] Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block [Busta Rhymes] Chain the club ain't even packed
blacked yet (Come On) [P. Diddy] Niggas all around and it's to rightfully shut down the block [Busta Rhymes] Chain the club ain't even packed yet (
our minds You won't need to guess who since I usually do Not send letters to me that are mine I told him I saw this coming That I'd practically packed
When they come they gots to come correct Because they know I catch wreck A well known wild street vet Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack
Gangsta style Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly
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
I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history Because all the fly
be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the Limo
To the end, nigga, I'm tryin' to make the loot loop I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps, I
