T.I.She's So Fly

[Intro: T.I. (Nelly)] Say Mo (yeah bruh) You remember them broads on the strip out in Vegas? (Uh-huh, what about 'em?) Well I don't know if I told you or not but (hmm?) Lil' shawty I was in the back seat with man, you know uhh (uhh, Naomi) I ran into her on Rodeo Drive in L.A., and I was like [Chorus: Nelly] (She's so fly) She's outrageous, I met her out in Vegas She fresh off the pages of a magazine, I said (She's so fly) She like eye candy, I can't stop starin I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl, because (She's so, fly) [T.I.] Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin ass body In them low cut Frankie B.'s with the panties peekin out 'em With a booty that big, and her stomach rock solid On Rodeo Drive, walkin in her Roberto Cavalli I should probably walk up to the register and say "I got it" Go and pick up what you like, it's nothin ma, don't worry about it That bag should be carried by somebody so exotic And that dress should be worn when there's nothin else up under Just in case I run into you I can pull up to your bumper She politely declined when I offered her my number Then I asked her what's her name, said she'd rather make me wonder So I paid and she laughed, carried out her bags outside And I couldn't get her ass, I tried As I watch her leave out the store How one man wanted shorty ass and more, for sure [Chorus] [Nelly] Shorty harder than Cialis See my hand, got the money countin careless Couldn't find a bigger star than in Dallas And the Pistons ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace) Do your research, tell me your analysis Take a jet and make you (Wonder) where you (Land) like Alice ... Tell me shorty ain't the baddest Tell me shorty don't deserve to walk the runway in Paris (Woo! ) She deserve it all I don't do the mall, I do it by catalog La Perla panties and bras, fuck buyin at the bar I fuck around and buy this whole club by tomorrow ... See, she's so nice She can get whatever she likes Don't let the price make you mad I live a Fabolous life shorty, (Throw It in the Bag) [Chorus] [T.I.] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go (She's so flyyyyyy) What? Ha, yeah, yeah (She's so fly to me) Look at her [Nelly (T.I.)] Uhh, hoppin out that Rover (hey) In them Louie loafers (hey) I just wanna hold her (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) {Closer to me - closer to meeeeee} [T.I.] Ay, we in Vegas on the strip and seein vision and precision lookin like a straight star With the buttons undone, showin off her lace bra My partner in the back, 'til the smoke hop in they car Okay, broad{?} in L.A., she say I got her to the mall, ha [Nelly] So, we hopped in the Land and we rolled out, yeah Walked on the end and we showed out, yeah It's the King and the One with the dough out hurr We can blow out hurr - cause she's so fly [Chorus] ... (She's so, fly)
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