Word word word word
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I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces
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Check out my jewelry pound in your faces
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Italian air forces leather laces with the basket weave
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Iron in your face so fast from the draft so sneeze
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It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to Massicast
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Cause I be giving them pain, it's a cold world
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Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
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But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
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Fallen angel after them halos
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Nobody moves until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
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Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like intimates
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like the brightest, the flyest
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You got to be the flyest
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I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
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jeans, but you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
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cause you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
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cause you can work it like that You got to be the flyest
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You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
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you work it like that
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Uh, Philly rap a hydro, puffing on a line slow
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You sea deep need me keep me kickin' like Del Reco
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Pull up at the Delano South Beach I know
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For King Solomon jury security in the Tahoe
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Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
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G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
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Elbow out the left window, okays on the right
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Canary out our ears, you know she playing them right
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Hilton style, billionaire boys club
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Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
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Dump a semi-auto made by, I made girls bust
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When I hit them full thrust, full throttle
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You got to be the flyest
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I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
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jeans, but you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
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cause you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
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cause you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
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you work it like that
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Big living, what it tastes like, tapes right, used to hate life
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To move an eight, every night was my passion
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Pipe bombs safe from stashes, Aston's, Rolls Royces
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Cold oysters and many sorts of women shake like horses
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I got them peeling out their clothes, really about this dough
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Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
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It's at my mind, just a mystery school
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Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
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Mami hit me with some moves
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I'm addicted to spinning, dipping these women in different waters
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Watching for dudes with tape recorders on them cause they informants
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I been okay with these warmers
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Girls harass me and gas me and say that I'm enormous
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You got to be the flyest
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I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
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jeans, but you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just take my pumps while standing in your pumps
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cause you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You just breathe and stare while I'm pulling your hair
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cause you can work it like that
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You got to be the flyest
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You can be Nas's angel, let the largest train you but
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you work it like that
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Move your waist girl Yeah yeah
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You got to be Nas's Angel
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You can be Charlie's Angel
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You can be Nas's Angel
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Nas` Angels... The Flyest
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| Nas |
