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Huevo Band - G-5 lyrics
(feat. Memphitz, T-Pain & Tay Dizm)
 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 fits 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 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 fits tough, my charms gleam [x2]
 [Verse: MempHitz]
 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 carHuevo Band - G-5 - http://motolyrics.com/huevo-band/g-5-lyrics.html
 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 fits tough, my charms gleam [x2]
 [Verse: T-Pain]
 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
 [Tay Dizm:]
 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
 [T-Pain:]
 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 fits tough, my charms gleam [x2]












