Lyrics

Flyyy guy Flyyy guy [Verse 1] Now wait just a minute could this be true? Boogie Boys 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 women, yes 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 But at time to get sweet there's 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 wasting time yes I do believe 'Cause the life that I live takes a pro to read I've told you once, I've told you twice and I 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 Midwood Dime, yes I'm nine to five to five Very independent, yes kickin' it live I like a real fly cutie like a GQ style He just dress to impress, he's on the top of the pile The brown-skin fellas are the ones that leave But their love is everlastin' that this girl needs A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy [Verse 2] You know I'm bubblin' brown, known all over the town My name is Pebblee Poo and I love to get down 5 foot 2, always cuttin' a smile You can never ever say that I'm not the right gal My sign is Gemini for those who don't know I'm about much gold and all the gusto Wear a gold name chain and the name earrings And they're not electroplated it's the real sure 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 have three wheels, no type of shocks And seems to cut off every three to four blocks You said to get comfortable, you said to rest my tush But your car is a sissy, now get out and push You don't have to drive a car to impress the Poo 'Cause if your pockets ain't workin', then your rap is through I don't sport to be bad but I like to style I also like to be different, somethin' worth your while I could never wear Gazelles, now be for real I might as well got a spot on the football field The Poo wear a Kangol, have you gone mad? I'm a fly girl, baby, not the man from Glad Yes I am a fly girl speakin' my mind And I speak up for the ladies cause we one of a kind Fly girls all around, don't eat the puppy chow Or deal with the who, what, why or how I could really get nasty, so to speak Let me ask you a question, what do y'all eat? No fluorescent sauces, not a type of taste Ha, know your funky sneakers when they're screamin' the bass You know your socks are chokin' if they're pleadin' for help When it's time to do the laundry, yes you do it yourself We know you like to wear sneakers every now and then Stop tryna fit a size 12 into a 10 You know the mud in your toes is suffocating your nose So put a seed in between it and watch how it grows Fly guy (Fly guy) Fly guy (Fly guy) Fly guy (Fly guy) Fly guy (Fly guy) (Flyyy guy) (Flyyy guy) [Verse 3] How can you call yourself fly, think it's all about you When your arms can't keep a secret, smellin' up the crew Fly guys always talkin' 'bout what they did Got 22 ladies and 15 kids To top it all off, they're not worth the fight to fight Lookin' like [?] They just wanna be on, yes the talk of the town But on they feet they got the [?] 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 called 'Buy a razor, get a jersey free A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy [Verse 4] Don't mean to be rude but what have they been lickin? Throw on the bass and you know the breath is kickin' Cologne's not workin', muscles all out of place And you can play tic or tac or toe on their face You could never be on top with any acne spots Love the life you live with connectin' your dots Clearasil 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 The fact most of their clothes were homemade from scratch You just wanna be seen with a fly female With the manicured hairs and the gold finger nails Well I hate to bust your bubble but you have failed Because most of those ladies purchase them on sale Fellas at times will be doin' you wrong Yo when the girls get hip they start swingin' their charm Baby doll it won't work, go where ya belong Ya go on-cha-cha-on-cha-on-cha-on-on You were 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 could never be so fly to talk to Pebblee With your boulevard shoes singin' "Lean on me" Don't have to earn a talent, fly girl herself My name is Pebblee Poo and I'm on the top shelf A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy It's your feet that smells like anything goes And 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 Pebblee Poo with the Poo y'all Y'all, the Pebblee Poo with the Poo y'all A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy (Flyyy guy) A fly guy A fly guy A fly guy