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| Huey Notebook Paper Tell Me This (G-5) Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me) Got badass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2 [Huey] All eyes on me like Tupac 26's on the drop and 2 blocks What am I? Everything you not Ballin! Raised off them true blocks Interior paint, rims color coordinated Yes, yes, it's blessed as if the Lord made it Naw nigga dont jack, that's for your safety My gun's got heat sensors and no safety I'm an expert in anything that I do No cubics, all diamonds are blue I know ya heard about me No I'm not worried about ya I sit back, relax, sittin on Louis couches That's right the truth is out bitch I knock your toothless out, bitch You ain't ready for what I'm bringing and who I'm out wit You can flex, front hard if you want to Meantime, Huey gon do what the f**k he want to Tell me this who flier than a G-5 airplane (me) Got badass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2 [MempHitz Verse] Who's flier than a G-5 airplane (me) Got badass bitches playing choo-choo train Throw a stack up on it, I'll throw a stack back Put some gangsters on it, I'ma push some gangster back It's time to face the facts The rest of you niggas is lame I'll tell ya boss the same Yeah, I'm killing the game Yeah I'ma A n R But I got an AR That shoot real far Go straight up through ya car I'm flier than flavor Stay duckin a hater F**k what you talking about My nigga we getting that paper I know u heard about us Hitz Committee, the shit H-u-e-y, he fly He the type of guy that make a whole lot of money for his company Committee, how we living, never tricking that's a felony I stay so hi-i-i-i-i-igh I'm so fly these niggas starting to call me G-5 Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me) Got badass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x2 [Huey] I'm fly as a pelican Fly as you ever been For you haters, guess what? My career will never end Bout to cop a berry Benz Sit it on some berry rims In the hood selling stocks of shit with berry stems I'm getting heavy cake Can't carry my heavy safe But I got heavy k's to lift up your heavy face As a child I never had a nice life But thanks to Angie and Memph I'm in the bright lights Tell me this, who flier than a G-5 airplane (me) Got badass bitches playing dare game My bread's up, my car clean, my bitch tough, my charms gleam x4 |
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