Heavy D Spanish Fly Lyrics

Heavy Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Like Dat Dhere
  • 2 Imagine That
  • 3 You know
  • 4 Listen
  • 5 Don't Stop
  • 6 Dancin' in the Night
  • 7 Ash Heaven
  • 8 On Point
  • 9 Spanish Fly
  • 10 I Know You Love Me
  • 11 I Didn't Think So
  • 12 You Nasty Hev
  • Hola mama (hola papa)
    Como estas? (bien y tu?)
    Chillin, you look good (you too papi)
    Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

    Yeah, por favor
    Right, uhh, yeah, yeah
    Check check
    Yo, check me, check me, uh - yo

    [Chorus]
    Such a long way to go, but I can't wait to see, my little Spanish fly
    Such a lonely road to roam, but I can't wait to see, my little Spanish fly

    Right, right, yo, yo
    I met her at the Copa, Cabana (how she look?)
    Word to mom she bananas, I swear I wanna slam her
    Like Tito Santana, can't wait to wrestle her
    Curious about the sex in her, Gabbana dress on her
    Next to her, this cat champagne sippin', ice drippin'
    Roleys on the cuff, but she winked at Big Stuff
    "How you doin papa?" I'm just chillin' mama
    Loungin' - "Smokin' on your Cubana?"
    Si, the, first name Heavy
    She started rubbin' on my big belly, stay put
    I can see how you got these other dames shook
    'Cause from the first look, a ***** like Water was hooked
    She said the name was Carmelita, boricua, from Puerto Rica
    Tu eres, mi amiga, senorita?
    Me and you friends baby, me and you friends
    "Si somos amigos"

    [Chorus]

    Hu-huh, yo
    You the flyest lady in the house "true" hear Heavy out
    Wanna make you scream "uh-huh" wanna make you shout "okay"
    Let me feel this real, baby we can chill
    Week in Brazil, D keep it real "mmm"
    Sleep in the hills, native of the 'Ville
    Native of Jamaica, steady makin paper "aight"
    See all the linens be crushed plus the gators
    Smoke Cuban, gruff smoke Garcia Vegas and dutches
    Did world tours, ten buses "what"
    Live life deluxest, some friends is hustlers
    And them the type of cats that will spend ends to touch ya
    See me I wanna love ya, just flow with Diggy
    And I'm always thinkin' of ya, that's word to Biggie
    Let's blow this joint and splurge the city, damn you pretty "gracias"
    And them *****z over there can't stand you with me
    Mamita, um beso, por favor
    "Por que?" Por favor mama, por favor

    [Chorus x2]

    Written by: Herbert Brown, Tony Mario Dofat, Esmond Edwards, Dwight Myers
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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