Too Fly - MC Lyte, PAM

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' bitchy.»

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 jackass and wouldn’t last long

Trust me on this here before I let you hit it

I knew your dumb ass would last about a minute

I’m too fly for what you got to give to me

I got niggas 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 ass, bitch?

You was foolish now to let this one go by

Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly

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

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 ass 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

How you gonna game me?

I made the rules

An ass 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, nigga

Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly