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Fly By (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

All dressed up you’re good to go
Checkin your style from head to toe
Hooked up and natural
You’re feelin beautiful
9 times out of 10 you know
Late night club like a video with the
Hot stuff – top stuff – we got stuff oh

What a night (night)
So far (far)
Pullin up curb side in your car (your car)
What a sight (sight)
You are (are)
Think I know somewhere we can park
After dark

[Chorus:]
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by

System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
Fly by, fly by, fly by, fly by

Girl it’s time to let you know
I’m down if you wanna go
We can take it nice and slow
We got until tomorrow
UK style UK flow
We got you hot like Whoa
With the hot stuff – top stuff – we got stuff

What a night (night)
So far (far)
Pullin up curb side in your car (your car)
What a sight (sight)
You are (are)
Think I know somewhere we can park
After dark

[Chorus]

I’ll tell you this for a fact, fact
A lot of ladies step up on a fat track
Leave ya fella in the corner
With his starter cap,
Show him how to act
Show me love
Where you at?

What a night
So far
Pullin up curb side in your car
What a sight
You are
Think I know somewhere we can park
After dark

[Chorus x 2]

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Fly By (Letra)

Blue

Blue

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Everybody step back from the mic
As i set it off
All playin’ the wall
It’s time to sweat it off
Anybody with staatic oh please try
I’ll do ya like godfather 3
And do a fly by
Time to rip and hit and strangle
I eat guardian angels
And toy emcees
With their names on the front page
I bury in shallow graves
I don’t rap to girls on my l.p.
I don’t beg for pussy
I love the ladies
Aand they love me right back
Now who’s the mac?
Mission accomplished
I came to stomp this microphone
And leave suckers unconscious
And if you uthink
Yo got an s on your chest
You better wear two vests
Watch your back, your front
I always hit, don’t bunt
Crazy posse
When i’m on a duck hunt
Emcee ice-t answers to no one
Load my rhymes
And cock ‘em like a shotgun
Let off like frags from a pipe bomb
A low stroll
And my mic in my right palm
The cops hate me
And that’s right they oughta
Before my crew
Gets to their daughters

Nat the cat grandmaster caz