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Verse 1
just a minute could this be true
Boogie
Boyz got a rumor on the avenue
Tryna diss females on their finesse
Ain't got a dime in your pocket,
no type of interest
Could it be, baby doll,
that you're diggin' for gold?
You got to dig a little deeper,
cause we're just that cold
Fly guys got plenty worryin'
yet they're playin' the role
But I'm a too hot to hold,
and you must be told
It's true, I love a man who is
aimin' to please
Better time to get sweet,
somethin' up your sleeve
No, you don't quite have it, no,
you're not the man
This ain't slam -bam, thank you, ma 'am,
understand?
Huh, you're wastin' time,
yes, I do believe
Cause the life that I lead,
it takes a prodigy
I've told you once, I've told you twice,
and I'll tell you again
You won't get the seven digits,
so get rid of the pen
My mother is a lawyer, yes, this is true
And my father is a doctor,
what it means to you?
Yes, the family tree is what you want to join
But this bank account,
you won't get a coin
Like millions of dollars,
yes, I'm 9 to 5 to 5
Very independent, yes, kickin' it like
I like a real fly cutie, like a
GQ style
He just dressed to impress,
he's on the top of the pile
The brown -skinned fellas
are the ones that leave
But their lovers have a lesson
that this girl needs
I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy,
I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy, I fly guy
You know I'm bumbling brown,
known all over the town
My name is
Pebbly
Pooh and I love to get down
Five foot two, always cutting a smile
You can never ever say that
I'm not the right gal
My sign is
Gemini for those that don't know
I'm about much gold and all the gusto
Wear a gold name chain and
the name mirror ring
And that light electric play the
instrumental thing
When I drive up in a ride,
you may call it a swing
But when I glance at yours,
I say, that old thing
Your car has three wheels, no type of shock
It seems to cut off every
three to four block
You said to get comfortable,
you said the rest's my tush
But your car is a 60, now get out and push
You don't have to drive a car
to impress the booth
Cause if your pockets ain't workin',
then your rap is through
I don't swear to be bad, but I like the style
I also like to be different,
something worth your while
I could never wear gazelles,
now be for real I might as well get a spot on the football field
The pool where I can't go, have you gone mad? I'm a fly girl,
baby, not the man from glass
Yes, I am a fly girl, speak of my mind
And I'm speakin' for the ladies,
cause we one of a kind
Fly girls all around don't eat
the puppy child
Or deal with the who, what, why, or how
I can really get nasty, so to speak
Let me ask you a question,
what do y 'all eat?
No, fluorescent socks is
not a type of tape, ha!
Know you're funky as niggas
when they're screamin' their bass
You know your socks are choking if
they're pleadin' for help
When it's time to do the laundry,
you should do it yourself
We know you like to wear sneakers
every now and then
Stop tryin' to fit a size 12 into a 10
You know the mud in your
toes is suffocating your nose
So put a seat in between and
watch how it grows
How can you call yourself blind?
Think it's all about you
When your arms can't keep a secret
Smelling up the crew
Blind guys always talk about what they did
Got 22 ladies and 15 kids
The top of the all old did not work the fight
The fight looking like jump back,
damn it I bite
They just wanna be on, yes,
the talk of the town
But on their feet they
got the barbers from
Buster
Brown
Got a head full of curls that refuse to blow
Hair done at a bakery, poppin' fresh fro
And let's not forget about the styles,
you see
I think it's cool about her
to get a jersey free
Apply guy, apply guy, apply guy
A fly guy, a fly guy, a fly guy,
a fly guy, a fly guy
Don't mean to be rude,
but what have they been licking?
Throw on the bass,
they know the breath is kicking
Cologne's not working,
muscles all out of place
And you can play tic -a
-tac -a -toe on their face
You can never be on top with
any acne spots
Love the life you live with connecting
your dots
Clearance still will make your
face much clearer
Fly guys know what?
Take a look in the mirror
Can't stand a fly guy with his
nose in the air
Actin' like he has dollars
but he's on welfare
Got butter on his teeth, now that's a fact
In fact, most of their clothes
were homemade from scrap
You just wanna be seen with a fly female
With the manicured hairs
and a gold fingernail
Well, I hate to brush above him,
but you have failed
Because most of those ladies
purchase them on sale
Fellas at times, girl,
you're doin' ya wrong
And when the girls get hip, they
start swingin' the charm
Baby, darlin', won't work,
go where you belong
You go on to ja -on, ja -on, ja -on, on
You are very out of place
about the painted -on jeans
When your no -name brand
should never be seen
Need to go upstairs,
read a couple of books
And don't come down till
you improve your looks
You can never be so fly, so talk to
Peverly
With your boulevard shoes singing
Lean on me, don't have to earn a title
Fly girl herself, my name is
Peverly
Poo
And I'm on the top shelf
Apply
Guy
It's your feet that smells
like anything gold
When all that you wear are
summer clothes
Some of his clothes, some of his clothes
Some of his clothes,
and some of his clothes
I'm the pebbly pool,
the what -the -poo, y 'all
Y 'all the pebbly pool,
the what -the -poo, y 'all
Apply
Guy
Apply
Guy!
Fly
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