- Votes:
- Composers:
- Harris
- Clifford J./quinn
- Darwin Cordale/edwards
- Lamar Daunte/haynes
- Cornell
 
- See also:
T.i. - She's So Fly lyrics
[Intro: T.I. (Nelly)]
 Say Mo (yeah bruh)
 You remember them broads on the strip out in Vegas?
 (Uh-huh, what about 'em?) Well
 I don't know if I told you or not but (hmm?)
 Lil' shawty I was in the back seat with man, you know uhh (uhh, Naomi)
 I ran into her on Rodeo Drive in L.A., and I was like [Chorus: Nelly]
 (She's so fly) She's outrageous, I met her out in Vegas
 She fresh off the pages of a magazine, I said
 (She's so fly) She like eye candy, I can't stop starin
 I'm like goddamn, I got to have you girl, because
 (She's so, fly) [T.I.]
 Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati
 In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin ass body
 In them low cut Frankie B.'s with the panties peekin out 'em
 With a booty that big, and her stomach rock solid
 On Rodeo Drive, walkin in her Roberto Cavalli
 I should probably walk up to the register and say "I got it"
 Go and pick up what you like, it's nothin ma, don't worry about it
 That bag should be carried by somebody so exotic
 And that dress should be worn when there's nothin else up under
 Just in case I run into you I can pull up to your bumper
 She politely declined when I offered her my number
 Then I asked her what's her name, said she'd rather make me wonder
 So I paid and she laughed, carried out her bags outside
 And I couldn't get her ass, I tried
 As I watch her leave out the store
 How one man wanted shorty ass and more, for sure [Chorus] [Nelly]
 Shorty harder than Cialis
 See my hand, got the money countin careless
 Couldn't find a bigger star than in DallasT.i. - She's So Fly - http://motolyrics.com/ti/shes-so-fly-lyrics.html
 And the Pistons ain't the only one with rings in (The Palace)
 Do your research, tell me your analysis
 Take a jet and make you (Wonder) where you (Land) like Alice
 .. Tell me shorty ain't the baddest
 Tell me shorty don't deserve to walk the runway in Paris
 (Woo!) She deserve it all
 I don't do the mall, I do it by catalog
 La Perla panties and bras, fuck buyin at the bar
 I fuck around and buy this whole club by tomorrow
 ... See, she's so nice
 She can get whatever she likes
 Don't let the price make you mad
 I live a Fabolous life shorty, (Throw It in the Bag) [Chorus] [T.I.]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
 (She's so flyyyyyy)
 What? Ha, yeah, yeah
 (She's so fly to me)
 Look at her [Nelly (T.I.)]
 Uhh, hoppin out that Rover (hey)
 In them Louie loafers (hey)
 I just wanna hold her (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 {Closer to me - closer to meeeeee} [T.I.]
 Ay, we in Vegas on the strip and seein vision and precision lookin like a straight star
 With the buttons undone, showin off her lace bra
 My partner in the back, 'til the smoke hop in they car
 Okay, broad{?} in L.A., she say I got her to the mall, ha [Nelly]
 So, we hopped in the Land and we rolled out, yeah
 Walked on the end and we showed out, yeah
 It's the King and the One with the dough out hurr
 We can blow out hurr - cause she's so fly [Chorus] ... (She's so, fly)








