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Uh huh, Uh huh |
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Fabulous |
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Get it right |
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Uh, yeah |
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Uh, Brooklyn, it won't stop |
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Uh huh |
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Get it right |
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Uh, yeah |
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Uh huh, c'mon |
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[Verse 1] |
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Fabolous strives for digits, even connives to get it |
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Niggas can't tell me nothing dunn the five is kitted |
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From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it |
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I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard |
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Got enough chips to bribe you wit it |
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Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines admitted |
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I'm the type that get tried and acquitted |
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If my bombs ain't wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and spit it |
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Y'all niggas run to the police and then describe who did it |
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Come home, findin necks homie wives is slitted |
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I got niggas on my side committed |
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You niggas drive or split it, with your brain inside your fitting |
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Fabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B M |
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Puffin sticky green til my eyes get slim |
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Operate with more chips than I B M |
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**** with me you make the news, at 5 P M, mother****er |
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If y'all see me gettin locked, it gotta be drugs |
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If y'all see chrome on a truck, it gotta be dubs |
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If I'm givin somethin to haters, it gotta be slugs |
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If it's one thing it gotta be, it gotta be thugs |
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No info, if I'm leaking, it gotta be blood |
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If my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studs |
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If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love |
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If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thugs |
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[Verse 2] |
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Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things |
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Swan in a blue Range, armed with two things |
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Flex pay my joints, drop bombs like Hussein |
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Catchin cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain |
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I got coke in every part of Brooknon a true name |
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Niggas want it when you wave a firearm, they views change |
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End up having to move they mom to Ukraine |
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Yeah ADT, alarms and new names |
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Who else comin to club, under each arm is two dames |
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Buying bottles of Dom, with his loose change |
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Niggas *Hate Me Now*, cuz I catch the eyes of dimes |
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Flooded the hood, with trays the size of dimes |
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Y'all do windows low, rims pokin off the wheels |
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I'm in the game, tryin to get broken off a mil |
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Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off the steel |
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Niggas love to bam, but the bitches open off the grill |
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[Verse 3] |
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Yo I'm ready to address the haters, and underestimaters |
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Hop in the truck, ride up on y'all like escalators |
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Hit your chest up, leave y'all hooked to respirators |
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Bed ridden, talkin to investigators |
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Now these ladies'll do anything, just to date us |
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Cuz we skate around on ice, like Escapaders |
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Dressed in gators, In Peace I'm Resting traitors |
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When police come for me, peel out west in Vegas |
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Riding or dying, niggas know I'm ridin wit iron |
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Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin and eyein |
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My pockets is fat, y'all accounts is on Slim Fast |
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I'm 20, with 20s on the M Class |
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Just gimme head, it won't switch your hairdo out |
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We ain't tryin to hear you out, we tryin to air you out |
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Make y'all rush into stores, and clear Clue out |
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Bout to put cameras in the truck, take them rearviews out, what nigga |
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