Fly Guy

Hey [?] what’s happenin’? Hey what’s up Tash? Nothing much
Can you hear a DJ who do standup and talkin’? (laughter)
But he ain’t fly, he ain’t fly
I’m about to kick this little freestyle off
About fly guys, you know what I’m saying? Yeah
Check this out!
Yo Stan! Kick a little funky rhythm before I begin
Yeah I’m with it

I gotta admit, boys are high on my list
I love to have a cutie, cold wrapped around my wrist
Like a Rolex to flex for, one to adore me
Buy me jewels and go act the fool for me like [?]
Know his name, shut up and [?] me (why?)
He has a big ole booty, that women would love to see jiggle and wiggle
But it’s packed so tight, it doesn’t even move a little
He’s firm, the boy holds the future behind him
If his butt could hold a mic, no one could out rhyme him
I’m a fiend for a king with a nice backside
A pure Nubian brother and yo don’t ask why
Kept it dope, I had to scope

On a weekends, me and my friends are like chill
Til we see a physique fit to kill then we ill
Rolling down the boulevard
Head in a max, you know we got a few cute ones, but most are cold whack
Well keeping out the men on the strip and its true
I’m a guy watcher, cause yo girls go too
But I never speak first, I’m too quiet for that
I walk by, catch his eye, and just like that
He falls victim in a second or less to be exact
Now he’s keeping my stroll
All the jealous staying back
Now here’s the facts
I’m quite sure his name was Pete
Pete should have been a butcher
Cause he had all the beef
The guy is quite dimensional with exceptional potential to be the man of everything
I’m here to let you know the guys, I could never live without true
I tell the truth, no need to be sup he was jammin’, body slammin’

Skinny boys are cool too, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for em
I mean, flesh is my fetish, but uh, I don’t ignore them
Way back in the days I had a boy named James
His smile was perfect and his face the same
With a cocoa complexion the skin of perfection
Now with a mug like that, who needs to flex?
And he’s the educated type of f-e-double l-a comma
The kind of guy I can take home to momma
Built like Magic, moves likes Jordan
With this kinda guy I couldn’t help but be sportin
I had a jones for poems this guy was it, [?] legit
Skinny boys are a hit, he stole my heart
Right from the start

I love all kinds of guys, those sweet ass honeys
Short ones, tall ones, those with a lot of money
The broke ones, well I can live without [?]
I’m not biased, but you know what I mean

I don’t like the fellas in a purple tration
But on a real, dollas help a situation
The body is optional as long as it’s optical to lounge in bikinis on an island that’s tropical
I live my life like an eagle wild and free
Any guy that can hang, can chill with me
There’s not many and since I am here to tell the truth
I cannot tell a lie because I’m not sup
I love guys, fly guys
All kinds of boys, you know?
Short ones, tall ones, fat boys—um, fat ones, eh I don’t like fat ones
Not really, I can’t lie
I don’t like fat kids, I cannot … I can’t lie
I can’t lie I don’t like them, you know what I mean?
I guess [?] they like fat boys
But if you lose weight we can talk
Fat gives you better return, that’s it
Fat gives better return, that’s it
Maybe when I die I’ll like fat boys
Cut me off before I murder myself and don’t sell records