Pamela Long (Total) - Too Fly lyrics

Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly "I think it's time I start feelin' b**hy." [Verse 1:] Juicy like a nectarine when I hit the scene My game is long and lean like a limousine I told you from the "get," I was the wet dream How simple did it seem to smudge my Maybelline Now you wanna play like you're hard to get Should I play how easy you are to forget? My girls told me I was out to prove 'em wrong They said you was a jacka** and wouldn't last long Trust me on this here before I let you hit it I knew your dumb a** would last about a minute I'm too fly for what you got to give to me I got n***as out there dying to live for me Now you wanna act like you're playing it Like I'm supposed to run and catch your dumb a**, b**h? You was foolish now to let this one go by Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus: Pamela Long] You used to love me, my love thang I used to love you, with tender loving care And I'll take you there And I'll take you there [Verse 2:] Had you driving my Yukon on my Motorola Now you at the pay phone downing a Corona All dried up, trying to chase the blues away Not another like me will ever come your way I even got you new kicks, but there will be No more of that, you'll be wishing you had this Besides that, I treated you well But your a** was just too jacked up to tell Your boy around the way? Your arch enemy? Asked me for my digits, wanted to get with me First I told him no can do, I'm with you But new show, new day in New York, forget you Had me wasting my time as well as my money Tell your little sister ain't a damn thing funny Next time I see her, I'mma poke her in the eye Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus] [Verse 3:] How you gonna game me? I made the rules An a** like you only playing to lose Next time be leery of which one you choose Picking somebody out, thinking you're about to use They say you only meet the true love of your life Once throughout your years, better make her your wife Now you picked the wrong one to let go by n***a, come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly [Chorus] (2x)