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Текст: Q. Parker. Flyest Thing.

One, two, three? are you ready?

It wasn't the plan no, why come to fall in love?
But somehow she got me, wanna do some things to her.
Like an intro to mama; more than a baby mama.
I wish she could see what my eyes see,
And it ain't me, (to go and try to wife a girl in the club)
No it ain't me, (to go and take a chick in the club serious)
It ain't me, to do what I'm about to do.
Look how she got me breaking the rules.

'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club.
Deserve them diamond rings, when I saw her.
I had to go and step up my game, spit it so right.
'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club.

Her, her, her, her, her, her, her-e-er
Her, her, her, her, her, her-e-er

She looks right in those jeans got a swag nobody can ignore.
Every neck's gotta turn soon as she's falling through doors,
Shorty's close too, got his boy open, matter fact she's right there,
And it's too late to beware...
And it ain't me, (to go and try to wife a girl in the club)
Girl it ain't me no, (to go and take a chick in the club serious)
It ain't me, to do what I'm about to do.
Look how she got me breaking the rules.

'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club.
Deserve them diamond rings, when I saw her.
I had to go and step up my game, spit it so right.
'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club.

Got an empty passenger, want it to belong to her.
Shorty sure done got my heart, and now I can't get it back,
And let's see what I do. Baby got a hold, I can't get loose.
I know it's all because, she's the flyest thing,

The flyest thing,
The flyest thing,
The flyest thing,

'Cause she's the flyest thing, in the club.
Deserve them diamond rings, when I saw her.
I had to go and step up my game, spit it so right.
'Cause she the flyest thing, in the club.
Q. Parker