Huey

Huey - G-5 (Tell Me This) (Remix)

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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,*dukey on a stick my charms gleam

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 don't 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 with

You can flex, front hard if you want to

Meantime, Huey gon do what the fuck 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

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'm a 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'm a 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

Who's flier than me (nobody)

Answer this (what)

If you sick with money, I must be cancerous

I know you ballin' dawg, I know you in the game

But I don't just talk about G-5s

I really got a plane

But I ain't stunnin' on you though, it's just a G-3

That's some nice car but ain't no use in trying to G me

See the difference 'tween my lifestyle and yours is

Mine is x-rated and you just barely in PG

Aye so Tay Dizm (what up)

How tight is your game? (Pain) Yea

I can make a pay J be my main man (Yea)

Get a flashy thing put it in the matchin' ring (Yea)

I'm so fly they can't tell me a dammn thing

Ok tell them hos to get in the lab (Oww)

If there ain't no more room she can sit on your lap (Oww)

Now take this and this and that and this exactly what it look like

If you get hit by a truck with a bunch of fly shit in the back.

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

Thanks to buttaface for these lyrics

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