3 Kings lyrics - Yo Gotti, Fabolous & DJ Khaled
[DJ Khaled:]
3 Kings, Roc Nation, King Talk
[Yo Gotti:]
Ya
We'll never forget these days
Ay
I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)
We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Miss us)
White Lambo with the bow on it
Traphouse with the mistletoe on it
[?] the good days (Good days)
Until the Grinch come and take the toys away (Ah)
Before Jeezy I had a snowman
And we got toys from the dopeman
You bought your girl a purse, I bought mine a business
Got a queen lil' homie I'm on some king ish
On the first day of Christmas my plug gave to me
A whole sledge of snow so the whole hood can eat
A 40mm and a championship ring
The real Roc Nation cause we all 3 Kings
[DJ Khaled (Yo Gotti):]
Never lose faith, never lose hope
(Ay Merry Christmas to the whole hood, worldwide)
King Talk, Roc Nation
[Yo Gotti:]
Ay
I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)
We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Miss us)
[Fabolous:]
She gave it to me like the box was a gift
I'm from where the toys on a list is a Glock or a fifth
If you tryna light up tree I know the block with the piff
Rudolf want a red nose I know the block with the sniff
I know some Dominicans on Saint Nick (Dimelo)
No Ingles just been Franklins
Sent my nigga North but he ain't flipped
You always see the true colors when the paint chips
Came home the 25th [?] balling
Free throws falling
AND1, three hoes calling
Y'all sing like Carols but we don't snitch
Streets cold it's December keep your heat on bitch
Got the Jordans in the cherry
Ultimately
Them 11's got the whole hood going crazy
Yeah Paper Plane snap, with the family on the side
That's 'cause it's Roc Nation and the family on this side
Ya heard
[DJ Khaled:]
It's a cold world, bundle up
So make shit last for a chinchilla for Christmas
[?]
[Yo Gotti:]
And it's snowing outside (Ya)
Kids happy, you can see the joy in their eyes
Whole hood turnt, got bikes to ride
Ain't another day like Christmas time (Christmas)
I'm wrapping gifts like it's Christmas
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us (Don't miss us)
We wrapping gifts like it's Christmas (I am)
Every hood hoping Mr. Santa don't miss us
Don't miss us
[Fabolous:]
Yeah
Ay I bought my lady the Ghost for Christmas
It was too big to put under the tree so
We had to put it on a tree outside
Facts!
[DJ Khaled:]
We The Best, CMG, the family
It's Roc Nation, King Talk
Act Bad lyrics - Diddy, City Girls & Fabolous
Go back to when they walkin' in the club
Play, yo, play that belly from the top (Woo)
Yeah, play belly from the top then I want you to go into the scene (Papiyerr)
Time to act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad (Ayy, what the fuck is up?)
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad (Act bad)
My "act bad" is activated (Let's go, ayy, look)
Act bad (Act bad), I'm act badder (Yeah)
Send her to DR and it came back fatter (Ooh)
She keep it a hundred, gotta throw a stack at her (Yeah)
Heard she got a man, don't none of that matter (Yeah)
Act bad (Act bad), act bad, act bad (Come on)
Lil' bad bitch, all she do is act bad (All she do is act bad)
We don't catch feelings, all we do is pack bags (Come on)
Diddy, how you fit a billi' in a nap sack? (Voilá)
DeLeon nights (No chill)
Ain't none chillin' but deli on ice (Deli on)
Belly on dye got that belly tone nice (No cap)
Come and ride this dick like a Peloton bike (Ayy)
She ain't never slid (Huh?)
She a bone crusher (That's right)
She like to dance slow, nigga, don't rush her (That's right)
I would fuck her raw, but I don't trust her (That's right)
If you ain't got no money, nigga, don't touch her (Yeah)
Yeah, come on (Act bad, act bad)
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad (Attention, all City Girls)
If you look good, act bad (Attention, all City Girls)
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad (Act bad)
Yeah, come on, yo
Shorty, wop
He wanna sponsor my act bad
Double R, black bag, Tom Ford, black tags
Walkin' out Chanel with a black bag
Yeah, it's givin' body bag, listen up, scallywags (Yeah, come on)
I'ma give y'all act bad advice
When a broke ho talk, that's bad advice (Bad advice)
And these niggas ain't shit, act bad for life
They treat a good girl wrong and a bad one nice
So act bad
Never hustle backwards (Never)
Bitches can't ball like me, they need practice (Come on)
Try to act bad like me, they bad actors (That's right, JT)
Ain't change the game like us, they not factors (Come on, listen)
This an act bad summer, this a pack bag summer
Twerkin' on a WaveRunner (Ayy)
This a City Girls summer, you ain't spendin' no money
We ain't savin' your number, ayy (Ayy, let's go)
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad
Act bad, act bad, act bad, act bad (I wanna see the movement, some)
If you look good, act bad
If you look good, act bad (Bad, act bad)
If you look good, act bad (Bein' yourself)
If you look good, act bad (Get off or get off, or get off, or get off)
Let's go, be free
Let's act fuckin' bad, act fuckin' bad
Be as bad as you can be, motherfuckers
My "act bad" is activated (What?)
This bitch too funny, she talkin' 'bout some, this that (Back and bad, real bad)
We ain't savin' your number, we ready to get to that pint
This a City Girls summer, you ain't spendin' no money (That's why act fuckin' bad, I swear to God)
We ain't savin' your number, ayy (Ayy)
Shh-shh-shh, boo-boo-boo-boo, boo-doo-doo-doo-doo, boo, boo
All About It (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous & Jadakiss (feat. Chinx)
[French Montana:]
Made it from these corners, we already won
It ain't where you at, nigga, it's where you from
I'd rather pawn my chain 'fore I sell my gun
Talking 'bout the shit we already done
All about it (yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah yeah) all about it
All about it (yeah, oooh) I know all about it
[Jadakiss:]
Riding round the city with a loaded gun (loaded)
If them people grab you, then you know you done (finished)
Get indicted, give a lawyer all your ones (married)
Now, you gotta fight it or go on the run
Re-ing up, bagging up
Weekly profits ain't adding up (nah)
Keep spending the money, you keep swagging up (why?)
You got bad energy, that's why you bad with luck
I don't wanna hear the story about you had it rough (no)
Short money to the plug and he had enough
If he kill your whole family, it's sad as fuck (sad)
But you knew what the deal was
When you grabbed the stuff (Woo!)
Situations, sophistication
Death is waiting, anticipation (coming)
Feel the hate and humiliation (feel that)
Hit your loved ones, affiliation (ah, man)
It's all in time though, we fall, we climb though
Just ease your mind though, but read the sign though (relax)
Light your weed up, sip your wine slow
Kick your feet up, believe me, I know (I know all about it)
[French Montana:]
Made it from these corners, we already won
It ain't where you at, nigga, it's where you from
I'd rather pawn my chain 'fore I sell my gun
Talking 'bout the shit we already done
All about it (yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah yeah) all about it
All about it (yeah, oooh) I know all about it
[Fabolous:]
They say one thing, but do the other, I know all about it
Actions speak louder than words, we don't talk about it
I knew we was gon' make it, but they all would doubt it
Them crabs in the barrel hate to see you crawlin' out it
Fuck it though
Keep my head high and my bucket low
Everywhere I go, gotta tuck it though
A baller gonna still get buckets, yo, not chucking tho
I'm just shooting my shot every chance I get
Won't let the fake love romance my shit
Need mine upfront, advance my shit
Or get three in your hat, don't chance that shit
Them sticks crack, not Kit-Kats
We click clack, not chit-chat
No six pack, but a big gat, in the 6, black
But my shit matte, you ain't with that
Stop the mouthing off get my guys involved
Stomp you 'til your shit crack, mazel tov, yeah
[French Montana:]
Made it from these corners, we already won
It ain't where you at, nigga, it's where you from
I'd rather pawn my chain 'fore I sell my gun
Talking 'bout the shit we already done
All about it (yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah yeah) all about it
All about it (yeah, oooh) I know all about it
[Chinx:]
You ain't catching double hommie, that was 2 attempts
Pull up on a bitch, cracking lobster, eating shrimp
Gotta her swimmin' with a [?] that was from her crib
Hoe if you ain't fuckin' with the captain, told her jump ship
I know all about it
Hang a picture of your face make your a target out it
Got some cars and houses
Came in here a 100 strong
Fuck all them pigs, I'll prolly get the number wrong
I know all about it, seen this shit a 100 times
Work jumping on these niggas from the dotted line
Niggas that came out the projects
Smoking this shit like we harvest
Knees down and with my back to the walls
I'ma fuck with my niggas regardless
[French Montana:]
Made it from these corners, we already won
It ain't where you at, nigga, it's where you from
I'd rather pawn my chain 'fore I sell my gun
Talking 'bout the shit we already done
All about it (yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah) I know all about it
All about it (yeah, yeah yeah) all about it
All about it (yeah, oooh) I know all about it
Ashanti (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Ashanti)
[Goldie:]
You say I'm bein' foolish
So I'ma show you what the truth is
It's only you, it's only you
It's only you
I'm not always there when you call
But I'm always on time
Gave you my all
I'm not always there when you call
But I'm always on time
Gave you my all
Ooh, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby
You need to get with this
Ooh, baby
Yeah, you need to get with this
[Fabolous:]
Came in the game flippin' bigs like Ashanti
My new ish is foolish like Ashanti
You miss me? Ahh baby like Ashanti
I told shorty, "You know the rule like Ashanti"
I'm chasin' paper, sweatin' out my Saint Laurent tee
It's all about my paper, even rappin' 'round the fonty
By '04, I had the coupe Bentley Conti'
Shit I don't know if it's Givenchy or Givanchy
Fuck how I pronounce it, just know that I counts it
Didn't care if I was there, now they gon' announce it
This is me reflectin' on my niche before I found it
Like Escobar, thinkin' back to when he used to ounce it
Wonder if it's easier to be a kingpin
Than it was makin' peasants respect a king pen
Tablesole of niggas who bring them things in
Club full of girls, guess I still bring them things in
That's what me hostin' do
To hustlers who flip hustles, that's what we toastin' to
This the flow that got my baby mama ghostin' through
You niggas far from the niggas that I'm closest to
Y'all too emotional, sensitive ass niggas
You might but you might not, tentative ass niggas
I said it then I meant it, definitive ass nigga
This ain't your house, you old rent-to-live ass nigga
You should just do R&B like Ashanti
Shorty got me mesmerized like Ashanti
Chinky eyes, thick thighs like Ashanti
'Bout to let mami manage this like Ashanti
Killin' hoes, killin' foes and killin' flows
Black jeans, black hoodie, these are killer clothes
Damn, maybe I shoulda signed with Murder Inc
But my units full of Gs, I don't know what Irv would think
I don't give a fuck what you niggas heard or think
Give a fuck 'bout your feelings 'til I die, word to Chinx
'Til I die, word to Chinx, 'til I die, word to Chinx
'Til I die, word to Chinx, 'til I die, word to Chinx
'Til I die, word to Chinx
[Goldie:]
All my days I've gone without you
It's so perfect when I'm with you
I know your heart can't take no more
I keep on comin' back to you (comin' back to you)
Comin' back to you (comin' back to you)
Comin' back to you (comin' back to you)
Comin' back to you (comin' back to you)
Comin' back to you (comin' back to you)
[Ashanti:]
Big thighs, chinky eyes, yeah I'ma take you
No feeling, no GMO, no fake shit
I'm a real one, still run with my day ones
Did it since the throwback jerseys, holla back youngin'
Can't take him serious, he ain't on that low so
Can't throw it in the bag, then you have a no go
Hmm, that's why I was leaving
But fuck it, it was [?]
Gave it to the wrong one, all it did was hurt me
Everything on me was clean but it did me dirty
He ain't wanna trade it on so I had to leave
Give me a little bit of space to make the shit read
Had to hit back, tell him the shit was classic
Tell him that I was flattered and throw back at him
But I'm a fan too, been rocking since '02
Remember, we were in the booth, I was so into you
You be killin' them (nice) know so
Tryna disrespect but that's a no-no
You can't deny it, this shit is fire (fire)
Yeah, low-ow-ow
Low-ow-ow, low-ow-ow
Said I'm a movement by myself
A force when we're together
Baby, I'm good all by myself
You, you make me better
Yeah, yeah
I really love you baby
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, ooh baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Awwright lyrics - Fabolous
You ain't even know
Every day a so-called friend turn foe, nigga
'Member we was in the yo
Talkin' 'bout how they don't wanna see you blow, nigga
Then you get a little dough
Then a motherfucker start actin' like you owe, nigga
Had to switch up the flow
Now I gotta stay on the grind, but c'mon, nigga
We gon' be awwright, nigga, we gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright, nigga we gon' be awwright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright, huh? We gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be awwright
Swear there ain't never been a doubt
Now I got everythin' that's out
Hot say every since about '01, '02
Nigga, I ain't never been without
They let me get my first dope bitch
Since then, it ain't never been a drought
Bullshit, I never been about
I'm no angel, big gates, white leather on the couch
So it feel like heaven at the house
Ain't no reverend at the house, but I run it at the crib
Nigga, like you, all you runnin' is your lip
Don't let me catch you, or run into your bitch
I chase you up the road, make you run into a ditch
But 'til that day come, we awwright
Money over here, we awwright
The bitches wit' me, they are nice
The bitches wit' you, they awwright
You ain't even know
Every day a so-called friend turn foe, nigga
'Member we was in the yo
Talkin' 'bout how they don't wanna see you blow, nigga
Then you get a little dough
Then a motherfucker start actin' like you owe, nigga
Had to switch up the flow
Now I gotta stay on the grind, but c'mon, nigga
We gon' be awwright, nigga, we gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright, nigga we gon' be awwright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright, huh? We gon' be awwright
Nigga, we gon' be awwright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be awwright
We gon' be awwright, we gon' be awwright
We gon', we gon', we gon' be awwright, we gon' be awwright
[x2]
Niggas ain't gotta like me, right?
Ain't the first time they've been wrong, right?
I don't like broke niggas neither, right?
Some people just won't get along, right?
BACH TO BACH lyrics - Fabolous & Dave East
They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack
Now I'm shittin' on em just to pay them assholes back
Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks
Matte black Maybach... I named it Matt Hasselbach
White back truck, the bounce might flash you back
Still D.R.E., Snoop and Dre... classic track
We done schooling niggas, time to throw them tassel caps
We a tag team that never tongue wrassle back
Ain't goin back and forth with niggas
I don't battle rap
Safari Airmax in the jungle match with the habitat
If you need a brick stepped on I know where some Kappas at
Lost homies twisted my mental
Just getting back from that
If I wrote my life in a book I bet not a chapter whack
I don't know where your mouth been
This blunt I'm not passing that
I been on Remy
Not shawty that make Pap relax
From trap to rap
We pull up back to back it's a matter fact
Back to back like Curry '17 '18
I figure Dolce and Gabbana fit better than state greens
Lay back in the 6 like I'm Drizzy in Toronto
Your bird gave me the box
I ain't have to put on no blindfold
Logo on the ground when I open the car door
She talking nastier than Lil Kim on Hardcore
The OG came home, he mean as a guard dog
Which one of you 50 boyz ima send my Lamar for
You give niggas a inch they take a couple yards more
I give em game for free that I could really charge for
Ain't investing in our business, why you up in ours for
Bum ass niggas, worry 'bout your cup and cardboard nigga
I seen the devil that just made me talk to God more
Just praying that the plug gimme the light like Sean Paul
I ain't have to tip her
I could still clip her like Paul George
Give out work like Job Corp
This life you would die for
Deals funny as Seinfeld
What the fuck would you sign for
After you cook and clean under the sink is the Pine Sol
All these diamonds in my watch got me reading the time wrong
Born savage cause havoc
Mob deep
No quiet storm
And I'm the Prodigy so we Mobb Deep everywhere
These Prada G, Ima Mobb Deep every pair yea
You know I handle my business
You hear my daughter talk
Black leather trench 'bout to cut a nigga water off
My baby told me to lay back tonight
Put me in a Maybach tonight
Bet you Lil Kim fucked in a 600
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunt it
Benzgiving Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous
Like, don't get it twisted
I still put my will with the paper plates
But come get a meal on a paper plate
Yeah
(Yo, YBH)
Yeah
New truck, but I've been driven
Pull up and turn your friend's giving to a Benz's giving, yeah
What it's giving is what it's been giving
We got 'em movin' where we've been living
That Brooklyn boy ain't gon' play with you niggas
That's word to Ben Simmons
Floating through, I got the Benz's swimming
Shout out Capo, but I been Jiming (Shout out Capo)
The fit lit, plus how I dip off the set, it's like the binge jiming, ayy
Could be facing a hundred like we Benjamin (Facts)
Ramen noodle and Slim Jimmy, but nope (Nah)
Stealing the game in my ten fenent (Yeah)
So up, I'm out the game on the bench grinnin' (Mhm)
Season after season, nigga, binge winning
Ridin' with no L, nigga, Benz winning
Slowing bro, back-to-back, got the Benz twinning
Main in East, back-to-back, got the Benz twinning
The bros move Danny Swift, they got twin siblings
The truck was a family gift, came with Benz ribbons
Niggas can't bite my style, but they been nibblin'
Niggas can't write this good, but they been scribbling
I was in the hood like the Benz engine, ha
On top of my hood like the Benz's emblem
The streets ugly, but they been gremlin (Right)
The seats hug me like right after a dap that a friend give him (I need it)
No cap in my rap, big Benz rhythm (No cap)
'Cause I either live these lyrics or my friends live them
Niggas like, "Is that my bitch in the Benz with him?" (Yeah)
And the passenger, on her close friends with him (It is)
AMG 63, now Marley Benz in them (Let's go)
Shaw got it blacked out, he call his Benz Venom
Supes said they Benz rented, so they Benz's tinted (For real)
Tell 'em boy, "Stay inside, it's a Benzdemic" (Ooh)
Swingin' a four-by-four, dog, this Benz buggin' (Shit's crazy)
Had to name the truck Hacksaw, Jim Duggan
Black Mamba (Freestyle) lyrics - Fabolous
[Intro:]
Crowd chanting Kobe
Kobe!
Fell asleep watching SportsCenter
Woke up on some shit
Gotta appreciate the greats
Got em screaming encore, they just want more
Got em screaming encore, they just want more
[Verse:]
Who you know did it like Kob, 60 to go
That's some cold shit call it 60 below
I mean he play like he got ice in his veins
Shoot it in ya face from far man that boy gotta be nice at the range
I talked with him twice at the games, once at the Trade it All video
I'd say we had a nice little exchange of words
He said, You gotta come and spice up the games say, Word?
Kobe giving me advice it's insane, absurd
Your favorite player you watch slice through the lane is putting you on the game and the price of this fame
These the things that let you know that your life's gonna change
And that shit stuck in your head like a knife in your brain
See back then, I just wanted ice in my chain, some sneakers, some jerseys, some flights on a plane
I mean I was getting money started pricing little things
Chasing all the girls didn't have a wifey to explain
Just a light skinned in the Range, the nicest with the brain
That head that make you cum before the light could even change
Woah, back to the other scoring leader
See I was fucking with son when he wore Adidas
Number 8 and the fro, they was hating him though
When you blow up why do people try deflating you though?
Like, they ain't got 5 rings of they own, but these peasant niggas still try kings on the throne
I mean this chick told me give her a ring or she gone and after that she couldn't get a ring on the phone
The number you have reached is no longer in service for a leech
Remember you Lisa Turtles try to treat me like I'm Screech?
But I was Zach Morris guess some things you can't teach
Like them game winning shots, you gotta wanna take it
Same way you can miss it is the same way you could make it
That's that Kobe 4th quarter shit, you saw that shit
In 2000 he threw it up and Shaq caught the shit
Nigga I be on my Jordan shit
Reggie sent the Kobe pack: Jordan 3, Jordan 8, Laker jersey coordinate
Matter of time before they call your name
Hope you ready for that Hall of Fame
April 13th Mamba Day forever
Kobe gone but his legacy gon play forever
[Outro - Fabolous:]
A quick 40 for my man Kobe
They said he gave 40 to every team in the league
So I just gave y'all a quick 40
I'm on the wake up
Got em screaming encore, they just want more
Got em screaming encore, they just want more
Said I got em screaming encore, they just want more
Got em screaming encore, they just want more
From the Brooklyn boy wassup
Boo'd Up (Fabolous Remix) lyrics - Ella Mai (feat. Fabolous)
[Fabolous:]
Why they look mad though? (Haha)
They get mad when you get your boo back (word)
See I'm a hustler, only boo I wanted was a Bugatti
But if you got one ridin' with you, better keep your boo shottie
'Cause ain't nothin' out here but clout chasers and cheap heels
And they all got a dream they out chasin' like Meek Mill
I tell 'em straight up without chaser, I speak real
Lookin' for a come up, you are now facing a steep hill
Yeah, I'm Runyon Canyon out this bitch
If they keep it a hunnid, I'm hunnid grandin' out this bitch
Aye, you can't deny it, boo, the vibe is undeniable
It's on some Love & Basketball, Omar and Sanaa with boo
You in denial, boo, that nigga still denyin' you
You thought he was reliable, that nigga just a liar, boo
I love when boo say go and get that D'USSÉ
I wake up in the morning, breath smell like pussy
I need that warm water, that Jacuzzi
Not that pool party Biggie threw in Juicy
Way too many niggas splashin' in that
See that ain't even my style, what type of fashion is that?
'Cause yo, you fall in love, couple boo boo's is cool
But I be damned if you got me lookin' boo boo the fool, I got
[Ella Mai (Fabolous):]
Feelings (shit), so deep in my feelings
No, this ain't really like me
Can't control my anxiety
Feeling, like I'm touching the ceiling
When I'm with you I can't breathe
Boy you do something to me
[Ella Mai:]
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum it just won't stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go
Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it's true
I think I might die without you
Feeling all over my body
You know how I like it
Ain't gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum it just won't stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain't gotta look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain't gotta ask for
You got me boo'd up, boo'd up
Boo'd up, boo'd up
Told you from the jump I'm the one to choose
Ya got me boo'd up, boo'd up
Boo'd up, boo'd up
Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum it just won't stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won't stop, it go
Breathe (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
[BRIDGE]
RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
[Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
Brick After Brick lyrics - Godfather Of Harlem Cast (performed by Westside Gunn & Fabolous)
(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 2" soundtrack)
Damn, right
Ayo (So, woo!)
Ayo
We started off with the vase, all black
Laying in the bushes, had to wait for him
Triple beam scales look swell, we had eights on him
Undercover Valentino with the space on it
Who them dope dealers in them four-door GTs?
Break off the roof with the AR-15 (Boom!)
Fifty shots later I was feelin' much greater
Bodies droppin', this shit was like a lay up
You ain't never sold double ups until you came up
Gianni plates, seven grams on the razor (Woo!)
Free Sly, they gave my nigga life in the wake up
Kiss machine gun in his casket, pray he wake up
You ain't never piss Ace on a wake up (No!)
Ayo, a hunnid K, all drug money
[?]
Took the ski mask off so you know who shot you
Everything designer, [?] body bags
[?] suitcase look like karate class
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Ayo, I built this shit brick by brick, lick by lick
Run it like Jesse Owens but my kicks by Rick
I multiplied it, now the G Wagon a six by six
Shooters come with two of 'em, treat the sticks like Twix
I'm good with numbers, I just met a chick five-six
And showed her how to stand tall, like a six-five chick
They wonder where I lay my head and stick my dick
It's not yo' cheese, don't worry how I dip my chip
I'm in the Maybach sipping Veuve, let me sip my rich
While I lay back watching movies, like my whip's I pick
I dreamed about this as a juvie, and now this my shit
I whipped it up just like a smoothie, yeah I wrist my shit
Switch that shit, when I shoot I swish that shit
For the cheddar I'm a monster, I will swiss that shit
With a mozzarella stick, I know this watch is hella sick
They threw diamonds up in it, like a Roc-A-Fella pic' (Bitch)
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Cheerio Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous
Damn, Jovanni, you cold
Small circle Cheerio, trim the fat Terrio
Hate go with the love just like milk go with the cereal (Yeah)
My tribe know the scenario
Same rules everywhere we go (Same), don't you bring no scary ho
A nigga that you barely know
What comes around goes around like horses on a merry go
One day, you'll be throwin' dirt, the next day it's a burial
They been hating from afar, they never come near me though (Never)
In New York we say, "You heard?," but I know they hear me though (You heard?)
I been on some other shit, my drip been matchin' where we go (Let's go)
Might be in a Playboy mansion, in Playboy Amiri, ho (Let's go)
Might be at the baby shower dressed up in Burberry, ho (Let's go)
Might be out in Iceland rocking all my jewelry, ho
Might be in the Chunky Dunks up in Ben & Jerry, ho
Might just pop out in a mask like I'm Rey Mysterio
Shorty go deep (Go deep), she got that Hail Mary throat (Woo)
She my lil' mermaid, she get wet like Ariel
I call her like Alexa, she holla back like Siri though
She a different texture, she not the same material
Keep it fly, Ariel (Splash), we pop out, there we go (We here)
Welcome to the upside (Up), up in the air we go (It's up)
Ten Nectar Impérial, my neck looking imperial (Gang shit)
If you looking for us, then my neck is saying, "Here we go" (Here I go)
Rather be caught with it than without it, that's my theory, bro (For real)
Rather commissary than be in the cemetery, bro (For real)
Was it monetary? No
Was it necessary? No
Wasn't talking playa shit, then what's the commentary fo'? (Huh?)
You are not a boss, you love like a secretary, bro (Nah)
I put your whole circle in a box, nigga, Cheerio
Cheerio
Cheerio
Cheerio
COKE ZERO Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous x Jim Jones
[Jim Jones:]
Yesterday's price is not today's price
Not at all, uh
Like, like-like, crack-crack, like, like
Like, li-li-crack, crack, crack
How you- How you gon' charge me
What I was chargin' yesterday, nigga
Thumbin' that shit all night
Yesterday's price is not today's yay's price (Negative)
It's forty-seven K just to get a K of white
Told 'em shorty don't play, I had this .40 sprayin' light
Got the switch on that shit, they had thought I sprayed the pipe
Pumpin' the 'caine like some sort of eighties night (Call that)
Sneakin' that white girl in my room just so she can stay the night
[?] crooks, just like comic books, I got some coke heroes
Mix the 'caine with the Aspartame, call that Coke Zero (Nasty)
All hail the drug runners, I'm missin' all my drug summers
Blow it up and break it down on her, block doing pluck numbers
I was in VA like Pusha T but I was pushin' C (Aw)
I know some young thugs, I got some gunners that be pushin' C (What's up, slime?)
Have you rappers, you all pussy, like [?] (I mean that)
Your bitch know the rules, the crack costs money but that pussy is free (Ooh)
Jesus warpin' the coke just like a pair of Yeezys kick (Ye, what up?)
Give me five hundred grams, I guarantee, nigga
Give me five hundred grams, I guarantee that we gon' see a brick
I get you whacked to keep a hundred, that's a easy hit (Ah)
Bitch, I could start a car with these keys
I take a couple of those and bought a new car with the Bs (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pardon my sleeve, I ain't mean to get no water on you (Trippin')
You ain't never cook it up, break a [?] and get that water on you
Bitch, I'm tryna tell you, I'm from the gutter side
I felt Doughboy's pain when he found out his brother died (I felt that)
[Interlude - Jim Jones & Fabolous:]
Fuck it, I really felt that, though (Ayo)
You really in the hood like that, so (Ayo)
You know? We back at it, though (Ayo)
Just like cooked crack [?]
[Fabolous:]
Ayo, yesterday's price is not today's price
And yesterday's life is not today's life
You know yesterday's wife, but that's not today's wife
'Cause now they aftermath like Dr. Dre's
Look, a hustler gone broke, that's a joke, right? (Joke, right?)
Good on all that, yeah, that's GOAT life (GOAT life)
Stop and go low, it go on-off, broke light
Got the red, got the green, call that shit Coke Sprite
Wanna lean on me like I'm Joe Clark, don't ya?
Had them fiends on the roof like you smoke crack, don't ya?
She say when you freestyle, you get your flow back, don't ya?
See, these Louis jerseys look like the throwbacks, don't ya?
This is '03 Fab mixed with OG Fab
This is gold teeth Fab with the goatee Fab
I'm in love with the CroCo like I'm O.T. Fab
Haters keep my nuts in they mouth, no tea bag
Used to break that thing down in the old Z bags
Now I'm ridin' through my city with some OT tags
I've been doin' too much, I'm in my OD bag
My shorty body S type like that OG jag, yeah
('Member that?) That's way before your time (Yeah)
That was when I used to spell my name before my rhyme (Efe)
Blicky close so it won't be my time before my time (Brr)
So play with the killer, you'll get shot before the lines, nigga
Cuffin Season (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. 50 Cent)
Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss
[Hook:]
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (yeah)
Told these hoes I'll be back around June (around June)
Told these hoes I'll be back around June (WHAT?!)
Better yet I'll change my numbers for the whole winter (who?)
Damn, it's so cold in the fucking winter (whooo)
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (what)
Damn, I'm so cold in the fucking winter (yeah)
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You gon' be at La Marina all summer
So you gon' hear this remix all summer
Nigga, fuck your women crush Wednesday
I just fucked your women crush Wednesday
Wasn't even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day
He like 'why you riding with him?', she like 'we just friends, babe'
Before anyone else please
You ain't got no man, all your pics selfies
I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures
You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches
Fronting money, could've gotten behind it for free
I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali
I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body
Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Dadi
Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels
Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I move right, stepping with the German on me
So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me
My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky
Chunk ya bitch want me hannn
Quit cuffin', you love her, she want the limelight
She 'bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right
Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come
She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some
Starting the bartender, they be in Perfections
Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus
In Sin City I'll fuck with them, the hoes pretty
Substitute Fiddy, I'm filling in for Biggie
Now watch a model chick turn into a bottle chick
You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit
Don't call it Tyson crib, this is my estate
And that's so money, bitch, I'm getting cake
[Hook]
Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle) lyrics - Fabolous
Uh, Uh, Street Family, uh-uh-uhhh
If you feelin like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turnin soft
Push...your...head...off ya shoulders
I come in town whippin a 8th
Like you don't see the half passed 5 comin round zippin thru 8th
But you don't wanna see me comin round grippin the 8th
Leg shots'll have you comin down skippin like grades
But I ain't catch ya at da rucka
My Von Dutch Dickie's suit - is matchin with the chuckas and the patches on the trucka
I snatch out on you fuckas
Somebody bet get on the phone with the EMS dispatchin for you suckas
I'm cleaner than a whistle
The right side of my jeans is leaning from the pistol
Meaning it's official
I pick 'em like Sam Rothstein
I'm the one who showed these dirt bombs how to get the grams off clean
I'ma hear ya if ya whispering too funny
And every time ya see me - a nigga gon' be crisper than new money
Listen ya thru dunny
If you was getting paid to fuck wit chickens - you prolly have Mr. Magoo's money
But ya not, ya prolly daydreaming bout how much I got
Spending ya dough on a trick who won't let you touch her twat
I'm Hefner in the hood I stay with a robe on
Flooded Jacob watch, Street Family globe on
I got these hoes on me like grass on dirt
So don't bring ya girl around like her ass won't flirt
You seen how she disappear from the last concert
I learned from Clinton - so now I don't blast on shirts
Ya must be thinking that my ass won't squirt
And walkin around with ya motherfucking neck, in a cast don't hurt
Ya bum ass - blow ya last on dirt
And ya wardrobe is full of hand-me-down jeans and passed on shirts
That guy jewels seem duller
Plus I'm steppin thru in a pair Jordan's in his high school team color
Get more than the facts straight
Now I'm riding thru got mines in the front - get yours on the back plate, nigga!
If you feel like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turning soft
I...push...your...head...off ya shoulders [5x]
Fat shout - my nigga young Hov - I see ya baby
Do It Again (Freestyle) lyrics - Fabolous
Live from the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's Friday
Felt it was only right
In case you ain't think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it again
That Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Oh)
Throw they hands up (Oh)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up
You know how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?
1 a.m., on my way to the club
2 a.m., it was goin' up
3 a.m., bad bitches with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after hours
6 a.m., now we at the house
6:15, I be diggin' her out
7:15, Uber in route
8 a.m., ESPN
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, come on
Throw they hands up
Throw they hands up
1 a.m., on my way to the club
2 a.m., it was goin' up
3 a.m., bad bitches with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after hours
6 a.m., now we at the house
6:15, I be diggin' her out
7:15, Uber in route
8 a.m., ESPN
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That street fam
Throw they hands up
Exes & Summer Flings lyrics - JAHKOY & Fabolous
Jahkoy, what up boy?
You know what they say, yeah
Seasons change like the reasons change
Was lost and found you
When you floated from heaven
Said I would crown you
I just needed a second
To let the cloud loose
From the depths of my being
A couple exes and summer flings
Summer flings
I don't hit the clubs
It's all the same
Women know what's up
It's all the same
They see my face
They call my name
But we don't have anything to exchange (To exchange)
Since I got rid of your baggage (Since I)
And put you up in a Palace (I did)
I can't do no attachments
Attached like magnets
She got tattoos
One on her ankle
She got a tiffany chain
And it dangles
We got history, girl
And it's damaged
It's damaged
Was lost and found you
When you floated from heaven
Said I would crown you
I just needed a second
To let the cloud loose
From the depths of my being
A couple exes and summer flings
Was lost and found you
When you floated from heaven
Said I would crown you
I just needed a second
To let the cloud loose
From the depths of my being
A couple exes and summer flings
Let's go (Summer flings)
No more flying out
Pulling up, sneaky links
No more do you love me
Give a fuck, what Kiki thinks
No more FaceTime videos
Doing them freaky things
Even worst though
It's no more cut to squeaky springs
What it is shawty
See nobody beats the whiz shawty
It ain't no secret, it's just ain't none of your biz shawty
I feel like this might be the toughest season
From cold summer to cuffing season
This when texts just turn to green bubbles
Playas disappear from team huddles
Exes miss you, summer flings struggle
I said them hoes keep callin', I ain't picking up
I said them hoes keep callin', I ain't picking up
So you can trust in your boy, bae
Just us in the Royce, bae
Only toxin I'm on is that Justin Laboy page
Respectfully, don't you check for me
'Less you got a check for me
And shawty gon' collect for me
Let's go (Was lost and found you)
When you floated from heaven
Said I would crown you (Crown you)
I just needed a second (Oh, yes I would)
To let the cloud loose
From the depths of my being
A couple exes and summer flings (Summer flings)
Was lost and found you
When you floated from heaven
Said I would crown you
I just needed a second
To let the cloud loose
From the depths of my being
A couple exes and summer flings
Summer flings
Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1 lyrics - Fabolous & Charlie Sloth
Charlie, let's talk about pain
One thing I know about pain is
It don't last forever (Amen)
Another thing I know is that
When you get over the pain, you learn from it (Yeah)
And it makes you stronger
Remember that, yeah
Take your best shot, it's not gonna hurt
I'm numb to the pain, I'm not on a perc'
Want me to lay down and rot on the dirt?
Don't quit your day job, it's not gonna work
Name on them checks, not on a shirt
I'm gon' get this money, I'm not gon' get murked
It's me and my bros, we not the LeVerts
This ain't what you want, shout out Lil Durk
Dash on the shade, tapped on the dirt
Kept my composure, I'm not gon' get irked
Kept moving forward, not in reverse
This what I deserve, I'm not gon' get jerked
If you in a jail, could be in hell
Walk out that cell, you gotta go work
You in these streets, after you eat
Don't think it's sweet, it's not a desert
Life is a bitch and she not gonna flirt
Can't make it rain and she not gonna twerk
I told me to grind, I got the alert
I hit up my migo and got me some work
And now life is chick who look hot in a skirt
One who stayed down and then got all the perks
Beautiful face, body berserk
And hating-ass bitches is not in my circ'
Boo-hoo, a voice keep tellin' me, "Be cool"
Don't give 'em more than two lines
Niggas is not your equal
I know they gon' come after you
But niggas is not your sequel
I told 'em I already know that
Hold that, hold that, hold that, hold that
Flipmode lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Velous, Chris Brown)
[Velous:]
Flipmode, Flipmode, (let's go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Faded off the woohah
You know I'm faded off the woohah
Bustin', bustin' out the trap
In the coupe doing laps
Got me a Dominican mami
Folding paper, origami
Ragger, ragger on sight
Spliff Star off the hype
Ain't got no time to fall in love
Ain't no time to fall in love
When the push come to shove
Money all I ever love
Gary Payton with the glove
O.J Simpson with the glove
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above
Shooter, shooters on deck
Still banging with the set
30 thousand in the P.J
Got my niggas out the Jecks
Surfin' through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
[Fabolous:]
Told shawty, make it clap
Shawty, just make it clap
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta curry up
Somethin' foreign when I'm skurtin' up (Skurt)
If they coming, better hurry up
Wrist game, I'ma stir it up (Whip it)
'Till the white McFlurry up
Mickey D's, I'm lovin' it
Super bad, McLovin' it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt
Now she calling out my government
Freddy Kruger with the glove
Michael Jackson with the glove
Keep it lit and get the money
I do both of the above
I've been jugging since flip phones
Bedrocking like Flinstones
Doing numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty 'bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that
But I
[Velous:]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
[Chris Brown:]
Yeah, yeah, go 'head with it
Baby, bust it open out the roof
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin' brand new
Flipmode, I got a new bitch
Flipmode, all the money I get
Flipmode, you don't ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it's simple
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby
What you doin'? Let's just start with foreplay
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning
Your lips turn me on, baby
Smoke one with me, let's get faded
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don't even know, said she got a man at home
I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring?
[Velous & Chris Brown:]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away
Gotta Move On (Kings Remix) lyrics - Diddy, Bryson Tiller, Fabolous & Tory Lanez
She don't want it, she don't want it (I guess)
She don't want it (I guess I gotta move on)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (She don't want it, yeah)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Let's go then, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look
Back in my bag, back in my Fab'
Had to grab a white jacket and get back in the lab
I thought you had my back 'til my back's gettin' stabbed
Now I'm back of the 'Bach and you back in a cab, ooh, come on
Gotta move a lil' different
Ups and downs but you can't tell the difference
Went too far, gotta love from a distance
Damn, that's crazy, I really wasn't listenin'
If I fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit
If I don't fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit too (Talk to 'em)
Stay in your bag, not your feelings, shit
And now I'm on that Diddy, Bryson Tiller shit too (Let go)
Maybach Mercedes, newborn baby, yeah (Yeah)
Puttin' that shit on like AD, yeah
Playin' with them bucks like Brady, yeah
Think I'm runnin' back, it's crazy, yeah (Yeah)
I got some shit to move
I don't want my groove back, I wanna switch my groove
Improve and shit but I ain't got shit to prove
Like a chilled DeLeón shot, shit's been smooth (Let's toast)
May all your pain be champagne
It didn't got the way you planned but plans change
I don't want your love
Thought I was feelin' you but you a munch my love (Said she, let's go)
She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh nah, oh, woah)
She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh no
Say I gotta move on, baby
You've gone crazy
Flippin' the script on me like a futon, baby
Me, Bryson hit on me like u-haul, baby
Comin' off strong like the perfumes that I put you on, baby (Yeah)
Too frustratin'
Shawty so cold, gotta throw a cool song for the woosah baby
The ooh-nah, baby
You can't spell fuckin' without "U" and "I", baby (Come on)
And that's why when we fuck, I get to fuckin' from the backside
Take a minute out my day to let her act right
Pull her whole cornrow like the trackside, that's how I vibe
Slow down (Yeah)
Baby, don't just hold it in your hand, go down
Any plan to get 'em anyway, now go 'round
Next time I get this close, slow down (Next time I get this close, I'ma)
Said she (Let's go, ooh)
She don't want my love (No), I guess I gotta move on (Said I got I got to move on)
I guess, I guess, I guess (I guess), I came a little too strong, I guess (Woah-oh, yeah)
She don't want my love (Yeah), I guess I gotta move on (Yeah, I guess I gotta move on, come on)
Don't wanna waste your time but I guess I gotta move on, I guess (Let's go)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag
(She don't want my love) Love
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (My love)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Oh, yeah)
As we proceed to give you what you need
This is the remix
Oh-ah, yeah, yeah
Woah-ooh, yeah
Yeah-yeah
Gyalis Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous
Look I'm a gyalis
But I don't know who your gal is (Nah that's cap)
She put it on me like she was my stylist
Looking I put some casamigo in a chalice
And somehow your queen ended up in my palace
I'm waiting for one to land no Alice
Pull up in that color nan low mileage
Stars on the top like tem boys out of Dallas
And you know I ball hard like I don't know what a phallus
Shortly sayin' she a fan you know they don't wallet
Know I hit a fan like the malice at the palace
I can't even blame her I've been moving very stylish
Snappin' on shit talkin' real crocodiles (yeah)
Bust down the watch I want diamonds with a dollars
Get your teeth done put some money where your smile is
Back that thang up like you know who Juvenile is
Fuck her name with that CashApp and Pay Pal is
Gyalis your boy's style is unchallenged
Nigga fall back you off balanced
Talking behind her back now with silence
Ass look like it woke up and chose violence
Only been a city island you ain't really styling
Lead a city smiling while up on a pretty island
Came through on that late night call me Jimmy Fallon
I was like nine while and then I kept on wildin'
Hair Down lyrics - FYB, Jacquees & Fabolous (feat. Issa)
I know you been feeling lost girl now you found
I know you been feeling off out you on now
I know you been through hell this here is holy ground
Ima take you Up
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Gone and let your hair down
Headed to the moon honey you know you my fetish
Headed to the top promise that you won't dreaded
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down and let your hair down
Just one time just give out with me you know
Show you another side of the world
Enjoy each others company
You do for me I do for you
Mi casa Su casa you know shit like that
I can just be your outlet you feeling off balance
Shopping all at the outlets that's your best talent
Spending up all my money
Fxck it I let you have it
Long as I see you smile just wanna hear you laughing
We swerving through the traffic
I put you in that new thang
Just to up your status
She got the finest fabrics
Esthetically pleasing I set you up nice
Your depression is leaving
It's effortless
Easy breakfast in bed
Sex with some head
I mess up your hair now let your hair down
Just sit back and get some rest
I'll handle the rest
Trying to be all in your business let me invest
I know you been feeling lost girl now you found
I know you been feeling
Off out you on now
I know you been through hell this here is holy ground
Ima take you up
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Gone and let your hair down
Headed to the moon honey you know you my fetish
Headed to the top promise that you won't
Dreaded let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down and let your hair down
You can let your hair down
Cuz you over here now
When you on the upside turn what you hear down
I know it's allot of talk in the air
Now do you want the rumors or some diamonds in your ears now
Aye I like it when you bite your lip and give me stare downs
Pin your hair up and tell me let the chair down
Tried to hold it in but it's out chea now
It's where everybody knows your name
Like cheers now
New Mercedes that's my baby she park over here now
I don't say I drop the top I say I let the hair down
You my Rapunzel came from them jungles
I just want to see you coming through
Swinging them bundles baby
I know you been feeling lost girl now you found
I know you been feeling
Off out you on now
I know you been through hell this here is holy ground
Ima take you up. Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Gone and let your hair down
Headed to the moon honey you know you my fetish
Headed to the top promise that you won't dreaded
Let your hair down
Let your hair down
Let your hair down and let your hair down
Into You (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous
I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams r really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yes
oh hooo oh
oh oh
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cause the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I ain't concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
Come on ma
It's more than a flashing
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we ought to be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kinda weed you be smoking
What type of drinks you be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crippin
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So you don't worry about maxing when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I don't wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
you love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it ain't because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda #'s impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St Bart while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, yeah
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what I feel when I'm with you
You're a dream come true
Don't you ever leave my side o no
Cause it feels so rite
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
It's In The Game lyrics - Fabolous
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the fans
love the way I finger roll it with either hand
my handles pull it through presses plus I can play the lane
and block shots like bulletproof vestes
I often be found in the paint waiting for I miss
so I can slam it back off the rebound
then I show off with class
look the other way when I throw off a pass
call it when I go off the glass
hope ya'll play better "D"
or I'ma keep scoring until the coach hold his hands like the letter "T"
When I put pressure on the ball they be feeling on lock
remind 'em of a jewel theif when I be stealing the rock
shorty over the summer you might have boosted an inch
but if you ain't ballin like me get used to the bench
and everybody know I does my thing
and play hard 'til the buzzer ring, yeah
[Hook]
[DJ Clue]
Yeah...DJ Clue...Fabolous...Desert Storm...EA Sports...Live...2003
You seeit, It's in the game!
L.O.L (Count On You 2) lyrics - Neek Bucks, Ivory Scott & Fabolous
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
Uh
Said she love me so I text her back LOL
Loyalty over love baby LOL
People love you then they hate you had to tell Odell
They whisper bout the W's but wanna yell yo L's
You can't leave once we locked in it's like jail no bail
Oh you gotta move bitch throw my elbows well
If she ain't really down for you that Chanel's no help
The worst lies be the ones you gotta tell yo self
Michigan, Vanson blue and yellow 12s
Blue denim blue diamonds wit a yellow belt
I did the rock shrimp shorty did the yellow tail (Nobu)
Did some shots did the toast this to health and wealth
This to those who had no help and had to help they self
Ain't let it change em and they still will help somebody else
My baby crazy but I got the bail and lawyer fee
And if I ever fell in love
I fell in love with the loyalty
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
I told her meet me at her favorite seat in Nobu
When I hold you down like that that's cus a real nigga suppose to
Know it's different where you from but to the trenches I'm immobile
And joints is slimy where I'm from I gotta watch out who I'm close to
I'm just moving how I'm spose to
When you look as good as you a nigga always spose to post you
Niggas spose to put them diamonds on you and sit you down and mold you
And when it's problems in ya future I just need you to be vocal
And when them bitches hit ya DM bout me that shit just made us closer
How many chances you gon give me before you finally say it's over
And girl you know got them tendencies to switch up and you know it
And I'm from Harlem where we get that paper first and then we blow it
And get that paper back and park the Urus
Truck in front of Yona
Yeah
But I can't let 'em put me down though
You keep on listening to them bitches but they clowns though
If you ain't trynna hold me down what you around for
It's hard for me to trust because you really really never know
It's loyalty or love
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
Can't let em' pull me down though
Loyalty over Love that's what I count on
Double C's only thing you around for
Or can I count on you
Make Some Money lyrics - Fabolous & Dave East (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Intro:]
So, what you tryna do nigga?
[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money (Def Jam)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (And all my niggas sayin')
Make some money (What up, Fab?)
I'm tryna make-
[Fabolous:]
I used to take the money, now I make the money
Saw my ho with a trick and told her make her money
If it's growing on trees, I'm tryna rake the money
Up the heat for the cake, I'm tryna bake the money
Back in, showtime, I get Laker money
No more square feet, I get acre money
I got hate ya money, try to snake ya money
And my OGs said they act fake or funny when you
[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (East, what up though?)
I'm tryna make-
[Dave East:]
It ain't no question, we work, more stripes than a referee shirt
Go to the spots where we was raised, guarantee you see dirt
Every rhyme cost a brick, I ain't spit a cheap verse, nah
Nigga never spit a cheap verse (Uh)
Black and white drop for the night, it's salt and pepper
Jeff Hamilton stitchin' the gang on my leather
Product falling all out my pocket too much to measure
I ain't missin' a dollar so bag up all the extras
[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna make-
Niggas trippin' off of hoes
Nigga, them ain't even yours, you better (Make some money)
Stick to the script, trip
Get chips and dip and just (Make some money)
Yeah, see I was young too, gun too
Come through, a nigga had to (Make some money)
Yeah, I'm willin' and dealin' and chillin'
Def Jam in the buildin', we came to (Make some money, yessir)
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna-
For real though
You see, the cold thing about money (Feti)
When you get money (Gouda)
You gotta watch out for the suckers
You gotta watch out for the family
Well, most importantly, you gotta watch out for-
For the anxiety, right?
'Cause-'cause when you makin' money
You just get so anxious to get more of it
But you gotta learn how to control that
Milly Rock (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous
[Intro - Fabolous:]
Young OG
Get fly with me
2 Milly
Brooklyn forever, haha!
What I said I was gon do?
What I said I was gon do?
Milly Rock any block
Hey killa what's up boy?
Let's get it!
[Chorus - Milly:]
I Milly Rock on any block [x8]
[Verse 1 - Fabolous:]
I Milly Rock on any block
Diddy bop on Biggy block
Wear my vest on fitty block
Meek Milly cop on them Philly blocks
Glock but that chilling spot
Run up on us get really robbed
I'm on south Beach, wet willy Block
I'm in H-town with my Milly chuck
I'm in ATL, magic city lot
I'm in LA smoking big and pot
Straight up, but my bitch curvy
My shit clean but my piss dirty
I'm done chilling, it's my time
Hands down like 6: 30
Love a girl who got her shit sturdy
Love a girl who got her shit sturdy
Fly her up to NYC, sent her back in that Knicks jersey
Now she with the team, now she with the team, yeah
Now she with the team, now she with the team
And we really popping them tags, we really dropping them bags
Them diamonds really be dancing
They Milly Rock and they dab [x3]
Do two milli in the summertime, now you Milly Rocking like Fab
Word on the street's your bitch is Milly Rocking the Ave
Giving mad neck they say she really like a giraffe ha!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Milly:]
I milly rock on any block 2 Milly)
In my Polo T, and my Polo socks (let's get it)
On top of cars my face ho, woo!
I Milly Rock on that Gates block (GA)
They got me on their explore page, haa!
I've been milly rocking for four days, whaat!
Nah, we don't battle, I never, man, naah!
We just milly rock, when we're hella bent, let's get it
I'm smoking weed, I'm counting cash, that moneey
I'm milly rocking on Patchen Ave
First arms up, then left and right, haa!
That MJ get out my sight (get out my sight)
I buss the dance, just hit me up, just hit me up
That drink strong, gatta mix it up, gatta mix it up
We hoping out, and we hitting this, let's get it
On any block rock militant, let's get it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 2 Milly:]
She Milly Rock, she love that dance, she love that dance
I milly rock when I hug my bands, when I hug my bands
Your feet work, nigga, show me something, show me something
You ain't milly rocking, you ain't doing nothing, you ain't doing shit
I bally flex, but I love that loud
I'm milly rocking all through the crowd, watch out, watch out, watch out
I milly rock on any block, block
In my Tommy boxers, and my Tommy socks, my Tommy socks
She know the game, she know the name SP
She milly rocking for insta fame IG
140 likes, you see my share, you see my share
On any block rock militant, rock militant
Down Stuyvesant to Fulton Street, Fulton Street
We all mily rock to tha beat, rock to the beat
I drunk too much, I'm feeling beat
But I'm energized when I hear that beat, let's get it
My Shit (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (with A Boogie)
[Fabolous:]
We on that Summertime Shootout 2 now
And I'm on D'usse number two now
All she know is level up got her in her bag now
Hating hoes never up so they throwin' jabs now
See that Rollie on her wrist now when she dab now
She could throw it in the bag now like she Fab now
Got her rollin' in the Benz like fuck a cab now
We pullin' up like, "Fuck it's at now"
We run it up, we don't run from tabs now
We fuck it up then go get it back now
Love when the baddies call me zaddy
All you bitches upset, call 'em maddys
Tell 'em we ain't lackin' ya we got the rattys
Got no time for no pop up by your baby daddy
But I see you on your slim thick with the fatty
Waist so small, stomach all flatty
Make up on fleek and the body tatted
When she pop it, make me wanna throw some money at it
And every time I grab it I say that's my shit
Then you put it on me Lil Mo and Ja shit
So down to earth still on some fly shit
This that BK, BX, NY shit
On a boy bye shit taking vacays now
You can catch us out in Vegas we be up in Drais now
In Miami doing LIV on Sundays now
Or in LA now, turning up in Playhouse
But every time you see us we be on some fly shit
Diamonds talking for me saying look at my shit
And we buying Rolls on some NY shit
Fab and A-Boogie on some NY shit
[A-Boogie:]
In my bag now, in my bag now
What the fuck is that sound
What the fuck is that sound
Brought the mac out, niggas sat down
I got shit I never had now, I could brag now
Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she could brag now
Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now
Now I'm sitting in the club, in a different bag now
Baby when I pick it up, you gon put that ass down
Tell em' you don't give a fuck, baby spin that ass round
Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound
A-Boogie with the Hoodie, and it's always foreign
Yeah I know she like my style, them other niggas boring
When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt, that's a foreign
When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it
Yeah I came up from the mud, and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back
Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that
Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know what's up, baby this is my shit
See the flick on my wrist
They know that's my bitch, that's a fact and she stuck with me
When you in my section fill it up when my cup empty
I can't fuck with rats, that's a fact, that's a dub nigga
All about my F can't put water over blood nigga
Trust me it get ugly
If I wasn't getting money, would you still want me
If I told you I was broke, would you start acting funny
This is all I ever wanted, you can't take it from me
Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know what's up, baby this is my shit
See the flick on my wrist
Next Generation lyrics - Fabolous
[Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas
[Hook]
[R.C.]
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
[Fabolous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Hook]
[Fortune]
It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
[Remy Martin]
Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
[Hook]
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