can't say, "You don't go and forget the down times And the walk while i was with the bad man" Many to fly right? Masterplan Miracle flight like Pan-Am
Hey, what's goin' on y'all? Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again. Did you miss me? Hope not. I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without peter pan And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man In person I am everything and more
put a ring on alicia hand, This lost boy got fly without peter pan, And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man, In person I am everything and
snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
star I make a big rock and roll hits I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore I am, I am, I am so yours I am a big car and I'm a strip bar You call
out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Chorus: Trey Songz
[Chorus] Weeed makes me fly without visa Dont give me coke nor crack or rum Cigarette smoke is just no good I am juss a ganja man Makes me fly without
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In person, I am everything and
up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.
move snowflakes by the O Z I guess even back then you can call me C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov' Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the, music biz
New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who i am
your face in the morning light I hope you're always gonna be around The times I struggle to understand why The ancient proverbs like, "Who am I? Why am
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Trey Songz - Chorus
Hy, hy, hy, hy, hyperventilating See your smile's, got me high And I'm begging to be part of your sky I will fly, seven four seven, twenty-four seven What am
