Letras:
Playa Fly Got Ya Hot

cold Fly's been pimpin' Fly's been told behold the Fly a golden child Anna wish to reconcile, but they just ain't Playa style Psycho sounds surroundin' me, Fly

ima flirt (and we love it!) get ya ass up and fuck me then I know you brought your girls girl fuck ya friendz matter of fact I wanna fuck ya friends

I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops

hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the leer G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang mufucka bang Get ya money up, this cane

triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps! He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it

Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next

sense in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond

) Must be doing good got everybody hatin (yeah) Bow stay cakin (cash) Hot like Cajun (ouch) On the tour bus, chilling playin playstation (madden) Shout out to Columbus I got

see what ya bouncin? like West coast let me see what ya crumpin? like Mid West let me see what ya mono like East coast let me see what ya shakin? like