MC Lyte, Pam Long - Too Fly lyrics

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 digit's
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