Raekwon

Raekwon - Fly Shawty Penelope lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail

First time nailing me, realer than the obvious

They never said it was gonna be easy

Who can y'all put up with?

The streets... why you coming at me like that, man?

You payin' him? You taking care of me?

What's the matter with you, man?

See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick

Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God

Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line

I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind

[Raekwon:]

Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station

Studying law, buying North Faces

Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down

I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water

Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law & Order

Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida

Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her

Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music

Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on

Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her

Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it

Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it

Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up"

Bust ya gun from the side, what?

Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime

But the brain power might not shine

Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn

She fucked up, got caught in the crunch

Now, down go her lifestyle

She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out

Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo

Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul

Got caught up in the number run, dunn

I need to get my life back, son, share one

Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts

Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone"

Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz

Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch

I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards

Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket

Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong

Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong

Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining

Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it

Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God

Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard

Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large

Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods

Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars

Or lose it for a chick behind bars

Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj'

Let's take a half a million in the cards

Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage

Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged

Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel

I'm mailing this through ya stereo

Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel

I'm mailing this through ya stereo

Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel

I'm mailing this through ya stereo

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