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Outfit Lyrics - Fly On The Wall - Bobby Valentino

ft. CyHi Da Prynce 

 

I got a house on the hill right next to Jay-Z 

And girl I'm trying to put you in it 

I want lay your body down on the California king 

Where's your bank account let me fill it, uuup 

Let me have that stress girl clear your mind 

If there is a problem then you know I deal with it 

Just wanna borrow you for the rest of your life 

Go on 'n let me know if you with it 

 

Chorus 

 

I know there ain't no price tag on you 

But I'm glad I was able to cop that 

Cause when they see me in the hood 

When I got you on baby like 

"Look at the way daddy rock that!" 

Baby I need you on my arm 

Like a need a fly shirt with a big boy bright lintel match 

And then I need you round my waist 

Like the Louis Damier with the matching Pico on my back 

You are my favorite outfit (hey) x4 

 

I got that showroom big sitting outside 

Shorty won't you take a ride up the coast? 

And everywhere we go girl see the flashing lights 

We do it bigger and better than most 

Let me put that lotion on your back 

Laying in St. Tropez sand 

Then later on let me get that back 

While you're screaming Bobby V "You are my man!" 

 

Chorus 

 

(CyHi Da Prynce) 

You remind me of my hat 

Cause you always on my mind 

My women are like my shoes I can't go lower than a 9 

But girl you fit me perfect I can't wait to sport you 

Everybody want you like them jeans with the horseshoes 

So jump inside this Porsche coup 

Those niggas can't afford you 

I don't call it tricking, lets just say I endorse you 

So leave your man, he's a lame and a dork too 

All he do is whine, go 'n get him a corkscrew 

All I'ma do is Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior you 

YSL, Louboutin, Juicy Couture you 

So baby make your decision cause I done made mine 

I don't got a clock on my belt so I don't waste tiiiimme, 

 

The way I wear your body girl (w-w-wear your body girl) 

Never wanna take you off 

I'm fresher than em all (fresh-fresher than em all) 

When I got you hangin on my arm!