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Mr Vegas Fly

woman dem mi love a fi di gal me a die me a wonda mek some bwoy tun fly Hear Lisa a cry seh her man seh goodbye and gone mingle inna sitten like fly

Prijevod: G. Vegas. Odletjeti.

Woman dem mi love a fi di gal me a die Me a wonda mek some bwoy tun fly Hear Lisa a cry seh her man seh goodbye And gone mingle inna sitten like fly

own lady, (wait a minute) plus your old lady, ya?ll still pushing Benz?s, helicopter copper take me where my friends is, my taste is so expensive, when I?m up in Vegas

number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater [Hook] [Lil' Flip] Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get

I guess I'm gettin' my green on Gettin' my lean on 600 hybrid Seats, do do brown that's my fly shit I said, do do brown, that's fly shit Another over

, spot it No doubt about it, fly and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin' us we dangerous If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it No doubt about it, fly

slave Mr mirror tell me something [Incomprehensible] I be balling like the Lakers Help you niggas get ya cake up And my diamonds shine bright Like the lights in Las Vegas

but his house is all white Rosa parks sat so martin luther could walk Martin luther walked so barack obama could run Barack obama ran so all the children could fly