Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me 'cuz the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz Skirt Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, "Boy can you top that? Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time Six bad broads flying in at nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down and up they go and. That hard-top beamer, yo Ma', that's your truck Ay, ay I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly Bubbly. You gotta check out. Get your K, uh, K, uh, car, play gems gone shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride Let's ride You a number one stunna and we gon' glide And go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater Sweater Twenty-inches pop my feather. 
| Uploader: | Gura |
| Date Added: | 1 October 2004 |
| File Size: | 63.61 Mb |
| Operating Systems: | Windows NT/2000/XP/2003/2003/7/8/10 MacOS 10/X |
| Downloads: | 50538 |
| Price: | Free* [*Free Regsitration Required] |
You gotta check out.
Cruisin' through the parking lot on twenty fours Coming through the hood on 'em twenty fo's Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose. Thomas Lyrics Terms of Use.
Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cuz all my money's spent But that's okay 'cuz I'm Still Fly. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Bodies on the Roadster, Lexus you know what?
That hard-top beamer, yo Ma', that's your truck Ay, ay I'm comin' up, the hood been lovely New tymes on the whip and I wake up to bubbly Bubbly. Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time Six bad broads flying in at nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down and up they go and.
♫ Big Tymers - Still Fly songtekst | - Your Lyrics Source
I'ma show you some shit, rookie press that button The trunk went and all of a sudden Ehh, ehh Four fifteen's didn't see no gatoe And then I heard from the amplifiers Boom. Got everythang in my momma name We got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah Uh, huh.
Get your K, uh, K, uh, car, play gems gone shine And tell momma get a mink, baby girl let's ride Let's ride You a number one stunna and we gon' glide And go tymets to the mall and tear down the inside Do boost Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater Sweater Twenty-inches pop my feather. With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me 'cuz the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz Skirt Hyper white lights, ultra-violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn go, "Boy can you top that?
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The K, uh, K, uh, Coogi with the matchin' interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy, it's our summer.
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride Got everythang in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich, dadah, dadah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah.
Bryan Williams, Byron O. Have you gatkr seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around, sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, player, is where you can find me?
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий