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Verse 1) |
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F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S |
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F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S |
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I don't understand how niggaz insist to knows bout |
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How we spend car money to glist our rollz out |
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Play bars and buy the Cris and Moes out |
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Flash benjies just to twist the hoez out |
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Fabolous the one from the Menatti Mix |
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Known to have more kicks than karate flicks |
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Slim nigga in a big body six |
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Wit enough doe and pull to gotti fixed |
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If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? |
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Down south in a town you never heard before |
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Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for |
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??? cats I keep burnin' for furthermore |
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I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek s |
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That'z gon need week rest after greekfest |
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Jump in private jets just to sneak west |
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Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh |
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(Chorus) |
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Niggaz want it, now they get it |
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Bitches on it, now they wit it |
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Flooded up and custom fitted |
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Tinted up and bb kinted |
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Y'all gon wonder how we did it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we get it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we did it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we get it |
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(Verse 2) |
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Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday |
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Sip lots of cherry 'ze in a hot chevy 'le |
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I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J |
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Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier |
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What you gon do when we send shots from every way |
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We got perion while y'all got perrier |
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I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass |
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Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast |
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Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter |
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Cop a crown and put stones on a border |
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Smoke the trees now that'z grown underwater |
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Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order |
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Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for |
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Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for |
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That make local cops go to feds for |
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Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for |
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Repeat Chorus |
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(DJ Clue talkin...) |
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New York is gettin money |
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VA is gettin money |
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L.A. is gettin money |
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Fabolous is gettin money |
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(Verse 3) |
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Fabolous so cool I could play texas |
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In avirex's light gray Lexus |
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Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace |
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**** and bounce don't even stay for breakfast |
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We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist |
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Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss |
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**** studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear |
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And be getting head from brunettes in a lear |
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If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat |
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Throwin parties in Jamaica when I hit plat |
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Receivin chips thugs catch cases for |
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Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore |
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Sport come through nigga like checks on the first |
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Doin the bump drivin a Lex in reverse |
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Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop |
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And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops |
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Repeat Chorus |
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(DJ Clue Talkin...) |
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Y'all gon wonder how we did it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we get it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we did it |
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Y'all gon wonder how we get it |
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F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S |
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F-A-B-O, L-O-U-S |
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(DJ Clue Talkin |
