your face just saw your beanie -Beanni her name was Fly Girl say where you been Fly Girl i see you shake your boobie but i never saw your face just
iPhone Yeah, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch I'm flying in a different city
Think I'm flying now, flying now, flying now Think I'm flying now Think I'm, think I'm Think I'm flying now Think I'm, think I'm Think I'm flying now
where I started from And just when I let myself fall deep Fall hard It seems every time I give my all I turn around only to get slapped in the face with
where I started from And just when I let myself fall deep, fall hard It seems every time I give my all I turn around only to get slapped In the face
give or take A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars Canary yellow everything plane chartered I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her More than fly that girls a flying
Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade The haunted beast with faces
to do again Step into the street Like the man on a flying trapeze Here comes that bus Right into your face Now you're flying Now you're flying home
mouth with the bass So loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter so just in case You're thinking of saving face You ain't gonna have no face
and the message sent. Always dragging your feet over sand and over hot cement. Make a list of your favorites. Write it down. Make it legible. A problem we're always facing
Things just haven't been the same Since the flying saucer came Now the aliens are on the loose Well, we tried to hold 'em back Tried to ward off their
the freaks out Lillie, little Lille, Lillie, little Lillie, Lillie, chilling Lillie Lillie, with her white face Delicate Lille is stainless lonely and She is too white Like a face
I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse (Dr Dre) It's going down, face the Blackstreet
full of niggas Mack 10, Tech 9's, all with fingers on the trigger Backed in the bitch like I was staying Opened up the trailer, *gunshots* South Park started spraying Bullets flying
It's late and I am tired, wish I could spark your smile The place is flying high but right now I wanna be low Don't wanna move an inch, let alone a million
I got Shante with no entree that's my baby you know the thing about when I bring em out feels so good I had to sing about get it get it now we flying
you There's no denying the flying I do in to space You're just too much you The simple case is your face is the face of faces You I need Not only merely