Dyme-A-Duzin - Fly Young Gentlemen lyrics

[Intro: DyMe-A-DuZiN] That's the the type of sh** like (x5) DyMe-A-DuZiN Traphik, yeah EOM on the beat [Verse 1: DyMe-A-DuZiN] New school kid with an old soul Shoes should be saddled, head should be soul glow Or even further back, old school ford, rose Cadillac, hand me down a throwback Volvo And I’ll be cruising down the road with my misses Pose then I go and grab the door when she gettin' out (Check her out) You can tell she thick from her silhouette In a dress, huggin' on her body like a pillow pad (Gorgeous) Only thing lower than the horses is my hypeness Got a swag like King George VI With no hesitation My clothes will show for the spectatin' Don't know where you been then you ain't going places I go where the globe had soul and I stay in And bring it back to you Only people is the crew Traphik and DyMe's phone tag with your moms (Coward) [Hook: DyMe-A-DuZiN] They don't understand my style They told me that I'm stuck in the past Ain't nothing wrong with the now I just want that old thing back We some fly young gentlemen (Fly young, fly young) I'm a fly young gentlemen (Fly young, fly young) We some fly young gentlemen (Fly young, fly young) I'm a fly young gentlemen (Fly young, fly young) [Verse 2: Traphik] Now, who you know who do it better than me A fresh pedigree that’s ahead of my league I’m that real man that you ain’t ready to see With a swag on a level that you’ll never believe Fly young gentleman Buy my own car, no rentals, man Ladies tell me I got gentle hands Tryna make them all smile that’s my dental plan Skinny leg jeans, too proud of my kicks Walk into the room, they announcing my sh** People gather round at the sound of my hits And by the way my IQ is like a thousand and six Clear the runway me and Dyme so fly James Bond steez with our fresh bow ties Bums stay home cuz you not gon' pa** Step ya life up and act like you got some cla** [Hook] [Verse 3: DyMe-A-DuZiN] I'm into Facebook, poke-war with Sarah Palin I think that old wine is fine, know what I'm sayin'? These immature chicks like immature players See they love Chris Brown 'til he punched his girl face in But gentlemen'll never hit a chick unless she's into it While being intimate Rihanna holla at a kid, you so bad Let's make a baby and be in the wind Promise I won't do you like the black Eminem [Verse 4: Traphik] Dyme's you a fool, we can put it on the milf I keep my nuts cool always got them in the silk I drink champagne with my chicken wings And I don’t give a damn what ya kids will think That new Hugh Hefner, find me at the grotto Sippin' from the bottle keep it cooler than gelato Fly Young Gentlemen, that’s the new motto Couldn’t buy my fly even if you won the lotto b*atch [Hook]