Текст (слова) песни: Lloyd Banks - I`m So Fly

[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
Aye yo 50
They don`t do it like us nigga
Yeah!

[Chorus]
I`m so fly, I got money
So that`s good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I`m so high, I`m on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don`t care, G-Unit`s going straight to the top this year
Nigga I`m so fly, I got money
So that`s good enough reason to buy the things I buy

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter
Too smooth to stutter
The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burner
But she ain`t concerned `cause he`s a earner
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder
We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner
Its a privilege to ride with a celeb`
`Cause them girls over here don`t got a problem giving head
Paranoia is on ya`, that`s why ya` llama`s in ya` bed
Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya` head
Where the block I`m from
Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking
And niggaz baby mama`s is pregnant and still fucking
It`s either `cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo
`Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggaz that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don`t confuse me with the suckers
`Cause when I spit, You`ll hear more “Oh`s”
Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker
Thank God for giving Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta
But all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there`s no one out the click that freezes
Believe that, `cause I ain`t scared a shit but Jesus
Look dog, I don`t run with the poodles
Difference is, I`m eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles
Ya` boy is corrupt kid
Banks a send a bitch to the store
Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did
You chumps cant afford these homes
Look around I got forty clones
Now look down, that`s forty stones
And that`s only in the necklace
I`m bony and I`m wreck lace
It`s Tony in a Lexus
I`m fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya` man thought
I`m in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know I`m gon` get stuck
`Cause they harass us in the airport
Like I`m the one that`s blowing shit up
I got the patience of a High School teacher
And a bright future
Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker?
All the goodie girls back off us
My hearts colder then Jack Frost`s
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes with my black Forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
I`m blowing O`s of that black coughing
Blow on the road then I`m back flossing
No one knows how much that`s costing
Fuck ass, only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi
A pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie
So if you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly
Or get a little red splatter on ya` cream Coogi
My name ring each state
So you ain`t gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lloyd Banks - I`m So Fly [Intro - Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Aye yo 50 They don`t do it like us nigga Yeah! [Chorus] I`m so fly, I got money So that`s good enough reason to buy the things I buy I`m so high, I`m on point And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye And when I ride by I don`t care, G-Unit`s going straight to the top this year Nigga I`m so fly, I got money So that`s good enough reason to buy the things I buy [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter Too smooth to stutter The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burner But she ain`t concerned `cause he`s a earner My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner Its a privilege to ride with a celeb` `Cause them girls over here don`t got a problem giving head Paranoia is on ya`, that`s why ya` llama`s in ya` bed Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya` head Where the block I`m from Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking And niggaz baby mama`s is pregnant and still fucking It`s either `cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo `Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggaz that got locked up and deported And now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Don`t confuse me with the suckers `Cause when I spit, You`ll hear more “Oh`s” Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker Thank God for giving Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta But all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there`s no one out the click that freezes Believe that, `cause I ain`t scared a shit but Jesus Look dog, I don`t run with the poodles Difference is, I`m eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles Ya` boy is corrupt kid Banks a send a bitch to the store Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did You chumps cant afford these homes Look around I got forty clones Now look down, that`s forty stones And that`s only in the necklace I`m bony and I`m wreck lace It`s Tony in a Lexus I`m fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya` man thought I`m in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know I`m gon` get stuck `Cause they harass us in the airport Like I`m the one that`s blowing shit up I got the patience of a High School teacher And a bright future Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker? All the goodie girls back off us My hearts colder then Jack Frost`s We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes with my black Forces A black rose for a rats coffin I`m blowing O`s of that black coughing Blow on the road then I`m back flossing No one knows how much that`s costing Fuck ass, only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie So if you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly Or get a little red splatter on ya` cream Coogi My name ring each state So you ain`t gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I`m So Fly: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/9739.html Все тексты песен: Lloyd Banks » Lloyd Banks - I`m So Fly » Lloyd Banks - Just Another Day » Lloyd Banks - On Fire » Lloyd Banks - Til the End » Lloyd Banks - If You So Gangsta » Lloyd Banks - Warrior » Lloyd Banks - Die One Day » Lloyd Banks - Playboy » Lloyd Banks - Take A Good Look » Lloyd Banks - South Side Story Рекомендуем скачать: » Умка и Броневичок - Он живет совсем один » Умка и Броневичок - Дворник-аристократ » Устинов Юрий - Спокоен дремлющий рассвет » Успенская Люба - Случайные связи » Устинов Юрий - Приходите в Детский Дом » Устинов Юрий - Все спит в тропической ночи » Умка и Броневичок - В конце концов » Устинов Юрий - Бешеные кони облаков » Успенская Люба - Париж » Устинов Юрий - Умирают бойцы » Успенская Люба - Гитара » Устинов Юрий - Колыбельная » Устинов Юрий - Третья песня о ветре » Ундервуд - Все что надо » Устинов Юрий - Горбунок » Умка и Броневичок - Тактика выжженной земли » Умка и Броневичок - Я ненавижу девочек » Успенская Люба - От Москвы до Шепетовки » Устинов Юрий - Озания! Страна застывших звезд! » Умка и Броневичок - Вся любовь
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