BABYFACE When Men Grow Old

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BABYFACE When Men Grow Old Lyrics, singer by BABYFACE

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So many years that you sacrificed
So many chances you let go by
And girl never once did
you complain, no way
And now he's got nerve just to criticize
You let yourself go, like you've got no pride
You do what you do hoping he will stay
The first thing you do is put on your make up
But he doesn't notice a thing
It's not how it's s'posed to be

satu Lirik
When men grow old
Do they lose sensitivity
When men grow old
They forget how to love
When men grow old
They have no sense of loyalty
Well if that's how it is
I don't wanna grow anymore

So many nights when you sat alone
He's out with his friends like he's got no home
But you understood that he needed his space
But now it seems like that he's always gone
And he won't admit that
there's something wrong
He finds a young girl who will take your place
The first thing you do,
you go get your hair done
But he doesn't notice a thing
It's not s'posed to be that way

[Hook]

Time after time
Year after year
So many women are drowning in tears
Waiting and hoping and praying for love
Something that most men don't
know the true meaning of
Why can't they just open their hearts,
don't they fall in love

[Hook]

BABYFACE Two Occasions

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BABYFACE Two Occasions Lyrics, singer by BABYFACE

A summer love is beautiful
But it's not enough
To satisfy emotions
That are shared between us
A winter love is cozy
But I need so much more
It just intensifies my wants
To have a love that endures

'Cause every time I close my eyes
I think of you
And no matter what the season nears
I still love you
With all my heart
And I wanna be with you
Wherever you are

I only think of you on two occasions
That's day and night
I'd go for broke if I could be with you
Only you can make it right

An autumn love is special
At this time of the year
But when the leaves are gone
Does that love disappear
I never underestimate the new love of spring
But I'm glad to say in my heart
I know my love's lasting

'Cause every time I close my eyes
I think of you
And no matter what the season nears
I still love you
With all my heart
And I wanna be with you
Wherever you are

[HOOK 2 times]

'Cause every time I close my eyes
I think of you
And no matter what the season nears
I still love you
With all my heart
And I wanna be with you
Wherever you are

[HOOK 2 times]

EMINEM Survival

EMINEM Survival Lyrics, singer by EMINEM

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Yeah.

[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all

[Verse 1:]
Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fucking acronym
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over � enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it
Wait is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck, I will light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'm a fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade
So you better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers!
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to believe
Cause this is something that I must use to succeed
And if you don't like me then fuck you!
Self esteem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you
I must be allergic to failure cause every time I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then achieve!

[Hook]

EMINEM So Much Better

EMINEM So Much Better Lyrics, singer by EMINEM

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You fucking groupie, pick up the goddamn phone.

[Verse 1:]
Bitch where the fuck were you Tuesday, with who you say
I wasn't at the studio bitch, what'cha do screw Dre?
You went there looking for me? Boo that excuse is to lame
Keep playin' me, you gon' end up with a huge goose egg
You fake lyin' slut you never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? you wanna lose two legs?
You tryin' to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say
Ok, yeah and I'm coo-coo, ay?
Well screw you and I'll be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, fourth- Dre, Drake, Lupe oohm touche
Well you're too two-faced for me thought you was my number one true blue ace
But you ain't
And I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face
'Cause I'm hangin' up this phone, boo you make my fuckin' blue tooth ache
You feelin' blue, too late
Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate

[Chorus:]
My life would be so much better, if you'd just drop dead
I was layin' in bed last night thinkin' and this thought just popped in my head
And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead? I would feel so much better

[Verse 2:]
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink
Hop on the freeway, tryin' to get some time alone and just think
Till the cops pulled me over but they let me go 'cause I told 'em I'm only drivin' drunk 'cause that bitch drove me to drink
I'm back on my fuck hoe's, with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on
Excuse the pun but bitch is such a 'broad' statement and I'm
Channelin' my anger through every single station that's on
'Cause a woman broke my he-art I say he-art
'Cause she ripped it in two pa-arts and threw it in the garbage
Who you think you a-are bitch?
Guess it's time for me to get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet
But I'll never say the L word again
I lo-lo-lo-lo lesbian
Aaahhh I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
My life'd be so much better if you just

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
'Cause you told me you'd love me forever bitch that was a lie
Now I never wanted someone to die so bad in my fuckin' life
But fuck it there's other fish in the sea

[Verse 3:]
And I'm a have a whale of a time being a single sailor
For the night, bitch on a scale a
One to ten shit I must be the holy grail of
Catches hoe I got an Oscar attached to my fuckin' name (dayla)
I might hit the club find a chick that's tailor
Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back git hammered and nail her
These bitches tryin' get attached but there failin' to latch onto the tail of
My bumper they're scratchin' at the back of my trailer
Like I'm itchin' to get hitched, yeah I'm rich as a bitch
But bitches ain't shit I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch
Bitch you complain when you listen to this
But you still throw yourself at me that's what I call pitchin' a bitch
That's why I'm swingin' at these chicks on-site
Long as I got a bat and two balls it's 'foul' but my dicks on 'strike'
So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid
I avoid Cupid stupid wasn't for blow jobs you'd be unemployed
Oye, yoy-yoy
Man oh, man your boy-boy-boy's
Gettin' sick of these girls-girls-girls, oink oink oink
You fuckin' pigs all you're good for is doink doink doink
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
She's all 99 of 'em, I need a machine gun
I'll take 'em all out, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
Have a heart attack and just
Drop dead and I'm a throw a fuckin' party after this
'Cause, yes...

[Chorus]

I'm just playin' bitch, you know I love you

EMINEM Rhyme Or Reason

EMINEM Rhyme Or Reason Lyrics, singer by EMINEM

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[Verse 1:]
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like the Komodo Dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of locomotive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has them)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on, (oh..)
Its on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
(It says) Ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to DIE HARD
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

[Hook:]
But sometimes, when I�m sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don�t got, I don�t care, don�t have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand, to promise land, and threaten everyone
'Cause there�s no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:]
Nah, (What's your name?) Marshall
(Who�s your daddy?) I don�t know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
NO

[Verse 2:]
If he had, he wouldn�t have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn�t be so mad, my attitude wouldn�t be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm the epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I�m in the style department
With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead
Guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
'Cause it's the�

[Hook]
It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time I won't give it to you easy
When I take back what's mine, with pleasured hands
And torture everyone, that is my plan, my job here isn't done
'Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Bridge:]
(Whats your name?) Shady
(Who�s your daddy?) I don�t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Verse 3:]
So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of life
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of Young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
It's hysterical, I chuckle
'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckle heads
The sign on my hustle says Don't knock
The doors broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold-cocked
You critics come pay to me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rainman
Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
I still am a CRIMINAL
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS
The last Mathers LP done went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD
When will the madness end, how can it when
There's no method the pad and pen
The only message that I have to send
Is Dad, I'm back at it again.
Bitch (who's your daddy?)

EMINEM Parking Lot (Skit)

EMINEM Parking Lot (Skit) Lyrics, singer by EMINEM

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[Teller:]
(Don't kill me)

[Eminem:]
Hurry the fuck up!
[Shot]
Thank you!
[Eminem running]
Go, go, go (what the f... uck?)
What the fuck are you doing?
Mothafucker bail on me? Fuck you!
[Car stop working]
Aw, you gotta be fucking kidding me...
Are you fucking kidding me?
Shit!
Get off
[Shot the dog]
(Haha)
[Wheezing]
The parking lot
Shit, ah!

[Officer:]
(Let me see your hands, prank's over)

[Eminem:]
Fuck it!
[Shoots himself]

EMINEM Bad Guy

EMINEM Bad Guy Lyrics, singer by EMINEM

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[Verse 1 � Eminem:]
It�s like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won�t work
All it takes is one song on the radio you�re right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burnt, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for closure
Don�t suppose an explanation I�m owed for
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You could just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
Well, I�ve never recovered but tonight I betcha that whatcha
'bout to go through�s tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can�t think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind saying: let it go, fuck this
Heart's saying: I will once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset

[Hook � Sarah Jaffe:]
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy

[Verse 2 � Eminem:]
And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew (sic), knit wit
Thought some time had past and I'd forget it, forget it!
You left our family in shambles
You expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
May be gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think cause he's been out the picture so long
That I've stopped the plottin' and still ain't coming to get ya
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold
Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pent-up resentment I hold on to
Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than you?
The cause of my problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone, voosh
And...

[Hook]

[Verse 3 � Eminem:]
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like 9 frickin' hours and 45 minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is fulla' saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to come and see ya
But I ain't here for ya empathy, I don't need your apology
Or your friendship or sympathy, it's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential�I peeked
Continue to peep, still bent low
Keep tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo
Sneak all the way 'round to the back porch
Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders beforehand?
Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag, dag almost hack-up a lung
Like you picked an axe up and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that shit back 'cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim
I hope you hear it we're in a car right now
Wait, here comes my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get people to buy
Well how's this for publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M and M
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it
Since you're in love with your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
(Oh God, police!! Ah!!)
Hope foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot at least
New plan Stan
Slim, chauvinist pig drove in this big, Lincoln town car!
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge, haha big bro it's for you
Slim, this is for him and Frank Ocean, hope you can swim good!
Now say you hate homos again!

[Outro � Eminem:]
I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Back's to the wall, I�m stacking up all them odds, toilet's clogged
Yeah �cause I�m talking a lotta shit but I�m backing it all up
But in my head there�s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished
I am your lack of a conscience
I�m the ringing in your ears
I�m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
I�m your time that�s almost up that you haven�t acknowledged
Grab for some water but I�m that pill that�s too jagged to swallow
I�m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you every woman you insult, batter
but the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
�Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper�s persona�s half a fa�ade and
Matthew and Stan just symbolic of you not knowing what you had 'til it�s gone
�Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad but it happens to all of them,
I'm the hindsight to say, �I told you so!�
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don�t stop after they call you
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can�t call it quits
When it�s time to walk away
I�m every guilt trip the baggage you have
But as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
Unless it makes an impact then don't bother
So before you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a wallop
So one last time, I�m back
Before it fades into black and it�s all over
Behold the final chapter in the saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started it all
Tragic portrait of an artist tortured
Trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts
Blacker and darker than anything imaginable
Here goes a wild stab in the dark
As we pick up where the last Mathers� left off

FABOLOUS You Be Killin' Em (Remix)

FABOLOUS You Be Killin' Em (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin� em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin� em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin� �em
Girl you be killin� �em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I�ma let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I�m not gon� judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It�s damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It�s damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(so good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Ain't nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin� em
Girl you are

Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin� that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin� at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin� em
Ne-Yo bring the chorus bru�

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]

[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin� em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin� em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]

FABOLOUS We Here

FABOLOUS We Here Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Fabolous:]
Sometimes I just look em in the eyes and say, we here

[Hook - T-Pain:]
Take the good, the bad, all we had
We here, we here, we here, we here
We laugh, we cry, we gon' defy
We here, we here, we here, we here (Put em up)
Yeah we here, we here we here, we here we here
We here, we here we here, we here we here

[Fabolous:]
Always in attendence, even when I'm absent
Haters see you present, try to leave a nigga absent
Fishes on my ride, kleenex golds, that's in the cabinet
Shorty in my ride but she should be in a pageant
Hello this is Erica, should be miss America
We be in them foreign cars that make you miss America
Probably wasn't meant to be, fuck it though, we here
How I feel mentally? Don't stay broke, repair
Make they note, [?] year, ain't no turnin' me down
I'm turnt up, we turnt up
Take it to another level, even when you at the top
That's that Kobe system, we going over the top

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
We here forever though, y'all here for never though
Hating is beneath me, I say that's the Devil yo
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven yo
All got our own cars, we ridin' together though
Shout out DJ Khaled, we the best currently
Money ain't shit, respect is the best currency (niiice)
Now you can cash that around the world
And you could flash that around a girl

[Fabolous:]
When you down, you can't go but one place
And that's up, and that's up, and that's up, and that's up
I done lost and got back, but we here and we like
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up

[Hook]

[T-Pain x2:]
You gon' be good, I'm gon' make sure of that
And I'm gon' be there where I should be at
You got me, whenever, whatever, whoever, I'm ready for you
You got me, however, now or never, baby I can't ignore ya

[Hook]

FABOLOUS Throw It In The Bag (Remix)

FABOLOUS Throw It In The Bag (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Chorus - Sample from Fancy by The-Dream - 2X]
Y'all know me 'cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe
Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop
(Just throw it in the bag, bag)

[Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
You know we had to go shopping one more time, right?
I think we forget somethin, haha, haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
It's Mr. Throw It In The Bag , I just throw it in the bag
I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad
Walk up to that register like I ain't know it had a tag
I'm no liar I don't front, I'm a buy her what she want
'Cause your queen 'posed to get what she desire, what she want
If my lady like to eat, then I'm a buy her restaurants
And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want
She can help me blow this cream, she the fire to my blunt
You can try her if you want, bet it's gon' cost you
Bags with the G's, jeans with the horseshoe
She can go to work or chill like a boss do
That nigga ain't ya nigga unless he endorse you
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break - Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
If you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 2 - Drake]
Well alright
Loso, and Drizzy baby
Uh uh, we up in Barneys goin dumb again
Every time we leave the manager say come again
Honestly she's probably old enough to be my mama friend
She just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again
If her card declined, you need to check that shit and run again
They don't give you limits when you keep that money comin in
Yeah, just fold some paper around the magnet
As soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag
She mature to say the least
And if I get a car then she make sure to pay the lease
She used to have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats
And then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase
She got a condo with a view, a house with a pool
Her son is 26 but he just went away to school
She always show me pictures of him, tell me that's her baby
I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy
And I be spendin all my lady chips
She got me feeling like my daddy back in '86
Yeah, she say she lucky that she his
No, I m lucky that you mine baby, you know what it isssss

[Chorus]

[Break]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Shorty so nice, I don't mean polite
When I say nice, I mean lookin right
And you can't put a price on something lookin right
If they ask how much, tell em what it's lookin like
Everything I buy fly, it's like I'm bookin flights
If I want it, I'm a get it, that should not be tooken light
And that's on everything I got a crazy lady
So (Money Ain't A Thing) Jay-Z, J.D.
Like Jay-Z's lady, it's Beyoncein
Supportin your women goes beyond payin
Watchin me ball is like LeBron playin
I'm in the Louis shoes you might see Kanye in
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break]

FABOLOUS Steve Jobs

FABOLOUS Steve Jobs Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Fabolous]
It goes however I wanted to
These bitches never say can't
I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggers beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped son
No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I'ma go right away
My fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay
Gotta a crew of bad bitches
Call em the nice girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no spice girl
It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker
It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger
Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
Welcome to the funeral pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec
Let it breath...

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Its goes getting more money
They come with more problems
I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man
See you got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems
Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man
Got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine

[Paul Cain]
Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas
Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga
I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga
Don't just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em don't speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it
Couldn't get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin' and y'all thirst
Do shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff em in that long hearse
I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn
Damn, nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me
If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's
Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's
Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me
Wherever I'm at ,I'm smoking some Bob Marley
7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose
Believe the great deal with stress
I've been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach
Street fam for life, this we all owe the los
Whole gang bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We dun seen the World
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful everytime you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate
All the cars, audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack
Arnold Swarzenegger returns, Decembers back

FABOLOUS So NY

FABOLOUS So NY Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Intro]
Best things come to those who wait
It�s time to go get it

[Hook]
I said I�m so New York, Weezy probably don�t like me [x3]
La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa

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For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?
I�m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya�ll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all y�all sick patients
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I�m coming for the belt and I stay H�ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I�m the city�s saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
Ain�t gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies
But this ain�t about old school, new school
Cause my old school look better than your new school
And I drive my new school like my old school
Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
The girl used to brain me, you love my old school
Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
She probably came back had a little attitude
Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
I done had a few, never use, had them new
So I�m Pac, in a white suit, I Ain�t Mad At You
No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
And I�m still here, I�m still here!
I�m so New York that I�m still her

[Hook]

FABOLOUS Not Give A Fuck (Remix)

FABOLOUS Not Give A Fuck (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Rick Rock, I took my masters baby
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh
This is the digiwax remix
Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh

[Ras Kass]
This is the Man Show
Can't kick it if you don't get bitches
Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup
Had a bad bitch from the dirty south
With a good tooth like Lou
If the answer's no, you a man ho
Probably no more
All captain say hand cuff and stop
Let them go, rass kass will play it though
Fuck laying low like J. Lo
Can't pack a six-fo
True dyke like what they hit for
Play the bar nigga, we dont disco
Grown ass man don't harlem shake
Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make
Take the cake from all you fakes
I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin'
We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons
who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims
Ras kass you can't get caught with fabolous government
Put my face on the passport
Cuz real niggas do real things
so fuck the world to my bling
Cuz ya'll mean
I mean

[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck

[Fabolous]
D-d-d-d-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old
It'll make your grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please, call the stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those in the Lambo slants
With a madame from France
With a ass so big
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in New York
With Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
F-A-B, you preferably
Don't wanna F wit me
Please believe it
I'm definately, as responsible
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be
Believe it please

[Fresh]
Snap cap Lou, you know it's me
Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see
Fresh trep for all the see
You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby
What that mean, never leave or maybe
I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes
Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast
Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected
Niggas must be gay, I aint thinkin' straight
I'm in the quarter before eight
Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin'
When she starts speakin French
Leave them alone like Stockton
Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab
Put your potato, we ready to mash
Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E
So you really be ahead of your class

[Chorus]

FABOLOUS Next Generation

FABOLOUS Next Generation Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[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]

FABOLOUS It's In The Game

FABOLOUS It's In The Game Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[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!

FABOLOUS Into You (Remix)

FABOLOUS Into You (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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

FABOLOUS Do It Again (Freestyle)

FABOLOUS Do It Again (Freestyle) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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

FABOLOUS Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle)

FABOLOUS Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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

FABOLOUS Cuffin Season (Remix)

FABOLOUS Cuffin Season (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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]

FABOLOUS Breathe (Remix)

FABOLOUS Breathe (Remix) Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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

FABOLOUS Awwright

FABOLOUS Awwright Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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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?

FABOLOUS When I Feel Like It

FABOLOUS When I Feel Like It Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Intro: Fabolous]
I ain't in no rush
I handle you niggas when I feel like it
I just be chillin'... yo' bitch is chillin' too
Ha!

[Chorus: Fabolous]
When I feel like it, kill these hoes when I feel like it
When I feel like it, that's my bitch when I feel like it
When I feel like it, kill these niggas when I feel like it
Now I do this shit when I feel like it
When I feel like it, smoke one when I feel like it
When I feel like it, pou' up when I feel like it
When I feel like it, cash out when I feel like it
Now I do this shit when I feel like it

[Fabolous]
The way it's shaped they say it's fake, I can't lie I still like it
No snitch I can't tell if it look real and it feel like it
She bend it over, I will hike it, number one pick, got skills like it
Heard she fucks with some ball player, when I touch down I still spike it
Know I got that check on me, I'm not Nike but it feel like it
At the game on them floor seats, I ain't Spike but I feel like it
We ain't friends, we don't chill like it, you ain't my dog we don't bill like it
My nigga no camera man but he be flashing them steels like it
Where I'm from it ain't Iraq but swear to God it get real like it
Got soldiers in the field like it 'bout mine, you get killed like it
Pussy niggas be commentating, say they ain't hating but it feel like it
Just post a pic of me and his boo on Instagram, think he'll like it

[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]
I ain't a chef I make meals like him, cut them up in thin slices
I got bricks like construct' you want instructions? You niggas ain't built like me
Competition ain't real like me, I'm so sick, who ill like me?
Two bricks in me suite, so when I leave I bet them bitches still diking
Family good cause I feel like it, I'm hood cause I feel like it
Might not be your favorite artist, but your favorite artist got a verse from me, so they still like it
Ain't nobody popping seals like me, codeine like a supplement
If I make her cum it's a compliment, nigga fuck you, like a parking ticket
Now I got 'caine, like a walking stick, shoot you for a argument
Make all my bitches take all your bitches and play hide and get
I'm getting rich cause I feel like it, take your girl cause I feel like it
Cash her out, toss her up, wash her up that's the spin cycle
And them niggas never did like it, in the car and I got the title
Grandma bought me a hand bible, I bought me a hand rifle
Cause I feel like it, all you niggas look re-cycled
And I'm getting head in the car, while she's driving (ERR!)

[Chorus]

FABOLOUS Sicker Than Yo Average

FABOLOUS Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I�ll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you�ll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I�ll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can�t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average

[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I�m in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I�m living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I�m sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin� in the sickest air max, oh
Now I�m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin� from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I ain't talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]

FABOLOUS Ready

FABOLOUS Ready Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, Yeah, yeah
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, it's so heavy
She ready, I'm ready

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I hear if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
Call you when I get there, you just get your shit wetty
Oops I mean your shit ready, can't believe I said that
Least you know where my head at, now shorty where your head at
She gon' dive in head first, school me like the board of ed
She do it then we do it so she can say she thought ahead
Laid up in that all day, can't get out that water bed
Talk nasty for ya boy, silent treatment for the feds
No cup for the thirsty, she bad as controversy
Skin-tone like Hershey, body Lord have mercy
Yeah if this thing were a car, it'd be a Lamborghini Mercy
Maybe I'm too fast, girl say she

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Talkin' 'bout you born ready, talkin' 'bout it's on deck
Talk a good one on text, you say you 'bout it I'm gon' check
I put some kisses on neck, let me warm that engine up
Relax when the tension's up, girl you just call your ninja up
And I pop up in that all black (all black) and kill that
See I'm dressed appropriate, you got to feel that
Feel that? (I feel that)
That's that love comin' down
For the brain, I'm dumbin' down, we on swole when she come around
Need ice to numb it down, night stick to beat it up
Rodney King that teen girl, can't we all just get along?
You could get along, you already know, but is you ready though?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown Fabolous]
If you are a bad one, be ready (Be ready)
Two times for my niggas, we ready (We so ready)
The pretty ladies in the V.I. and they ready (They so ready)
I'm feelin' good, chillin' good, I'm ready (I'm ready, yo)
Left a girl in the back, she ready (She so ready)
We don't know how to act, we ready (Cause we're ready)
And we can't wait to get home (If you're ready, come on)

[Chorus]

FABOLOUS Summertime Sadness

FABOLOUS Summertime Sadness Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best

[Fabolous:]
Nothing more stressful than burying your best bull
Feeling empty make you keep that Smith and Wes full
I realized that it's more snakes and less wolves
So me and my Tre-pound like KD and Westbrook
We just tryna get up out that cesspool
We just tryna eat, not up in no mess hall
My old head that used to rob, dropped the best jewels
He said, Your failure's gonna teach you to be successful
I'm rocking carrots but I never ate my vegetables
I'm playing festivals, I used to play the vestibules
Stunting every day, my schedule was flexible
VIP sectionals, grabbing on my testicles
Got an extra full clip for that extra bull shit
Nigga you gotta give us some answers, you're doing questionable shit
Your old lady showed me good times on some Esther Rolle shit
We live in a cold world, I'm on my eskimo shit
It's sad

[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Baby you're the best
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness

[Dave East:]
I was born in the summer
Malik died in the summer
It get live in the summer
Head to Brooklyn, I'm knocking this Bobby Shmurda in my G-Stars
Free my GS9 niggas, throw Rowdy on and breeze off
Since a rookie shooting like Ray Allen in that 3-4
When he was a Milwaukee Buck
Not whispering, I'm talking up, look
I can't be worried about ISIS, my life is trifling
Affording dollar slices, just praying they don't indight us
Keeping both my fists raised up, I'm like the fighting Irish
Had molly sales at Notre Dame, when ain't nobody know my name
Remember giving cane out, remember all the misses giving brain out
Remember when Fab was spelling his name out
Before I bought the foreigns, took the train route
When Cam had that pink Range out
It was Reggie, wasn't no paint out
Vegas nights, sky dweller Rollie look like a Vegas light
Was tryna pitch an eighth of white
Just to go eat some steak and rice
I know you hate this life, jeweler acting nervous tryna break the ice
I love red bottoms but really hate the spikes
It's sad

[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Baby you're the best
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh-oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style...

FABOLOUS Started Something

FABOLOUS Started Something Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Daphne Larue:]
Understand me you fuckin with the family
You know who my man be
Niggas done started something
Ungrateful I see what the hate do
Even though we made you
Niggas done started something
If you try to play me crazy (crazy)
Niggas done started something
If you try to play me crazy (crazy)
Niggas done started something

[Fabolous:]
You bit off more than you can chew
Ain't much more that I could do
Than go look for you niggas, I got a warrant for your crew
Ya'll done got me started, put me in this position
Pushed my buttons, put the key in my ignition
Nigga once the engine runnin', I'm coming to injure something
Fuck me like I'm sex, promise revenge is coming
Sometimes, can't wait for karma to get em back
And momma said if they hit you, you better hit em' back
See that's how I was raised, that's how I'm not phased
Cause I'm worth too much nigga, that's how I appraise
I done cut off the frauds, disappeared enemies
I'm not a fan of phony vibes, and weird energy
Even a friend of me, started hating on a G
It seem petty, like Bruce spelling his Kaitlyn with a C
Man I see it all, if he tazed me it wouldn't shock me
Dog I heard it all, if you Jay-Z you couldn't Roc me
Couldn't knock me, so they had to go another route
White sheets over you, for helping under covers out
Like Thanksgiving day, slide through your mother house
We gone pull them muffins out, blow a nigga stuffin out
Shorty you know nothing bout, finishing games
This the flow that blemish yo' name, deminish yo' fame
Boy your whole style is trash, your image is lame
I'll set yo' ass on fire, then extinguish yo' flame (Woo)
From start to finish, I finish then I start again
Ran into yo' broad again, I met her at the party inn
Fed her that bacardi then, spread it like acordians
Then she made it clap for me, better than a audience
She say you keep calling, tryna get her into arguments
How you was cool, but now you sweater like a cardigan
Once you get a real nigga, get rid of the fraudulent
I can handle that bay, tell me where he at baby

[Daphne Larue:]
Understand me you fuckin with the family
You know who my man be
Niggas done started something
Ungrateful I see what the hate do
Even though we made you
Niggas done started something
If you try to play me crazy (crazy)
Niggas done started something
If you try to play me crazy (crazy)
Niggas done started something

FABOLOUS Trapline Bling

FABOLOUS Trapline Bling Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Josh K:]
You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city you
You got a new connect now
Say you got that work and you got pounds now
I see you charged up cause you the plug now
Ever since I left the city you
Started getting money, now you got hoes
Spending hella bands ant the new store
Hanging with some lames I've never seen before

You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
(Trapline bling)
That can only mean one thing
(Mean one thing)

[Fabolous:]
When the pay callin, that's bae callin'
I played the field now I'm play callin'
In the old days it was Jays callin'
Now it's Lenny sayin Jay's callin'
And them some old hoe just hit this number
Want the wood, tryna get this lumber
Got me sounding like X in Belly
How the fuck did you get this number?!
Know these girls love a street mogul
That catch plays and eat noble
With the Balmains, knees ripped open
And the burnout, that flip open
Trap King, need a trap Queen
We call that trap royalty
If we lick together we'll be rich forever
Call that trap loyalty
So stay down, I'ma hit you back
Got one, tryna get two back
Whip a Benz, tryna get two back
Let a real nigga sit you back
Fly you in then get flew back
Got your ex tryna get you back
Grab the mic, tell that bitch move back
I would like to make a shout out to
All my hustlers out here that just love to grind
You gon' have to call me back another time
Bitch I got El Chapo on the other line
So only call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs

[Josh K:]
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing

Can you tell me somthin'?
Why all on my line
Tellin' me that I'm a liar
Thinking I'm out with these hoes
When I'm really at the studio
I'm out here in these streets risking my freedom just to
Give you a better future
Shawty I'm out trappin'
Which means I'm taking risks and prospering

You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
You used to call me on my trap phone

[Fab:] Yo, I thought I told you not call me on this pohne, what's up?
[Girl:] These fuckin' niggas violated me man, they put they're in my pussy
[Fab:] What niggas? What happened? What happened?
[Girl:] Fuck these niggas, just come fuckin get me, just come, just come fuckin' get me

FABOLOUS Trap Royalty

FABOLOUS Trap Royalty Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Mike Davis:]
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah

[Fabolous:]
Miss each other when we do our trap ting
But when we link you already know the happenin'
She gotta hustle like my hustle, so I figure she for me
And we both chasing dreams so it's bigger than money
When I met her, she was grindin' and I was diggin that youngin'
Was chasing money but she wasn't chasin' niggas with money
And she a hustler, all she needed was that support system
I cashed out, she stacked up went out and bought business
Most girls woulda' copped bags and bought Christians
I ain't judgin' I'ma save it for the court system
I just see that she 'bout somethin' and thought different
And if it ain't about nothin', then she abort mission
Ya boy vision is get money and avoid prison
And shorty make sure that the boy isn't
Slippin' or slackin' or trippin' or lackin'
I save that up front dough and flip all the back ends
Trap King done got to the throne from the dungeon
Rockin' that trapstar from New York to London, yeah

[Mike Davis:]
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah

[Fabolous:]
Miss each other while we do our trap ting
But when we link you already know the happenin'
Trap King need a Trap Queen that's royalty
Told we'll be rich forever, that's loyalty
Baby get whatever from papa, that's spoilty
Hustle like Russell so I need a young Kimora Lee
Both from the mud, so we know know that soil be
Don't slip but we know how slick that, that oil be
Gotta keep a stash for the bail and that lawyer fee
Still play Santa cause I got her every toy you see
Rolex crowns, his and her accordingly
And we drink royally the Vodka is royally
Cheers to the new deal, cheers to the new wheels
Feels like thrones and they give massages
What the car cost is that shit give you menages
House like a castle but come from the projects
Dead all that lil shit cause we live the largest
Dead all that lil shit yeah we live the largest

[Mike Davis:]
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Trap King, need a Trap Queen
Every Trap King, need a Trap Queen, yeah
Miss each other while we do our trap ting

[Fabolous:]
But when we link you already know the happenin'
We gotta take risks and prosper
Fuck all that fake shit and gossip
We tryna eat, we want that steak with the lobster
Matter of fact, make it with pasta, room for dessert
I got some cake mix in boxes, whip it up make it a Boxster
Hop off the porch, hop in the Porsche
Hop into mine, and you hop into yours
Different rides, same destination and the nav nigga
Ain't no hesitation on the ave nigga
Fuck the reservation that you have nigga
We bought the preservation, livin' lav nigga
I wouldn't cater that 9 to 5, all up and down that I-95
Can't kill my hustle, so I'm alive and if I die my grind survives
Johan and Jonas gon' sleep where that throne is
Make sure they notice and don't go unnoticed
Those my Trap Princes, hope they find a Princess
That way my boys will livin' Trap Royalty

FABOLOUS The Plug

FABOLOUS The Plug Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Mi amor usted no sabe cuanto lo quiero
Pablo

She callin' me Fablo
She think that I'm Pablo
She watch too much Narcos
She think I'm the Narcos
I buy till the bar close
I hit Neiman Marcus
Fuck a Wells Fargo
It's stacks in my cargos
Griselda Blanco, she got the donk though
Whippin' that foreign like it's the Bronco
I'm on the highway like I caught a body
Me and compadre smokin' beats by Dre, loud to the head
Takin' loud to the head
First we count up the blessin's
Then we count up the bread
I can count on the squad
I can count 'em like one, two, three
Everything gotta run through me
You know Jefe the one to see

Don't you get comfortable nigga
Cause that's when they come for you nigga
Not here to comfort you nigga
Lay you like comforter nigga
You know where I come from my nigga
I am from the iron jungle my nigga
I done seen the lions rumble my nigga
Listen up you Brian Gumbel ass niggas
Young OG is back to humble you niggas
Plug

I got what you want, I know what you want
I got what you need, I know what you need
I got what you like, I know what you like
I got what you love, I am your plug
She fell in love, she fell in love
She want the plug, she want the plug
She fell in love, she want the plug
She fell in love, she want the plug

She givin' me Besos, she feelin' my dress code
I blame Ernesto, it's your fault Ernesto
Took me to the west coast, linked me with Nate Dogg
I gotta cook up now, ain't no marinate dog
It's no time to wait dog, wait dog, wait dog
We done sellin' weight dog, weight dog, weight dog
If I fell away dog, they feel a way dog
They come with AK's dog, like it's Kuwait dog
All we know is B.I.T.E., we aggressive sharks
Don't you ask us nothin', fuck a question mark
Flyest nigga in it, spit the freshest bars
This is Narco swag, call me Freshcobar

I got what you want, I know what you want
I got what you need, I know what you need
I got what you like, I know what you like
I got what you love, I am your plug
She fell in love, she fell in love
She want the plug, she want the plug
She fell in love, she want the plug
She fell in love, she want the plug

Leave me some head, she need a plug
Fuckin' me good, she need a plug
Holdin' me down, she be the plug
Whatever I need, she be the plug
Que lo que esta pasando
Te necesito tanto, te extra�o
Por favor regresa Pablo
Pablo en la calle no hay amigos
Porque no me contesta
Usted lo sabe que yo lo amo, regresa
Pablo yo lo amo y no te podemos perder
Por favor tenga mucho cuidado porque la calle es mala
Y aqui hay muchos traicioneros, regrese
Pablo tu estas mejor, yo lo amo para toda la vida, mi amor
Cuanto lo quiero
Pablo Frescobar

FABOLOUS Vanilla

FABOLOUS Vanilla Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, Fab
What we do?
We do what we wanna
Rich Homie Tell 'em

[Fabolous Rich Homie Quan:]
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
No more paying the Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Bad little chick name was Bella
Finer than wine in the cellar
Spin on her like a propeller
Fuck is you niggas gon' tell her?
Niggas all talk, acapella
That ain't your money bank, tell her
That ain't your money, bank tell her
Believe everything that I tell
My baby momma name is [?]
She swallow my seeds, watermelon
I got my groove back like I'm Stella
I ain't need a photo
But I got a whole lotta money hidden in this motherfuckin' package
Pull up on a line with 3 hoes with me like my name James Harden
And anywhere you see me
If you ever tryna see me just know I got them rockets
Never gonna stop, gotta get my guap
Won't let no Dwight Howard block it
She got the heart of a lion
I got the heart like I'm Simba
My heart is cold as December
Quan, do you remember? (when I, when I...)

Got my groove back like I'm StellaNo [?] Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Don't think this iPhone was stylin'
Gold on my chest like a medal
You keep it 50, boy I keep it 3 numbers just like a 100 or better
If she get all up boy, I mail 'em
Balmain, [?] Margielas
I passed the class, I did not fail it
I don't even know what to tell her
Listen, I know that shorty take diggin' it
I know that I'mma six figure it
I know that if we keep winnin' these niggas gon' think that we riggin' it
Load it, and cock it, and trigger it
Bang, bang, bang
Three of my niggas, that's gang, gang, gang
Three on my neck, that's a chain, chain, chain
Ride in the back of that May, May, May
Whip on these niggas like Nae, Nae, Nae
Hop out that bitch like, What the fuck did you say?
Send you right to your maker
Fuck on that bitch while I'm on the D'usse
After that light the Jamaican

Got my groove back like I'm StellaNo [?] Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

[Konshens:]
Yow, yuh move too fast nuh, slow dung
Oh yuh say dancehall
Yow, I got my groove back like I'm Stella
Any bwoy diss gon' meet my Beretta
Diss me or one of my breddas
You and your entire squad dead together
Ay, di gyal dem a say we a di man dem
Weh dem want fi put fuck pon dem
Boy, this one o' my gun dem
Lose it, it a go be a bloodclatt problem
New York, all a di block dem
Yaad man dem, bad from when
Rich Homie Quan and Fab, dem
Roll out di drop then tek way di gyal dem
From then, di bwoy dem fear we, dem a fairy
Lickle baby, can't walk near we
Mathematics we a check daily, we hot clearly
Dem gyal see we and a scream like Mariah Carey
Get my groove back and dem nuh love dat
New form pretty like a Curry jumpshot
Semi-automatic clips inna full stock
But real gangster nuh leff di ratchet bruk back
When this drop, BOOM! watch it kick back
Gyal dem inna big flock, line up like when Jordan kicks drop
Dem man like big chat, but we nuh dig chat
A nuh conference (no, tell dem a bloodclatt Konshens)

[Girl:] I thought we was going out, what is this? What are we doing here?
[Fab:] I mean, nah this is a show, they said it's for narcos, everybody talkin' about it, they said it's
[Girl:] Narcos?
[Fab:] Yeah, Narcos
[Girl:] What you mean Narcos?
[Fab:] The Pablo Escobar story, they said it's crazy, everybody said it's crazy, I wanted to see it so, know what I mean?
[Girl:] You tryna Netflix and chill me?
[Fab:] Ain't nobody tryna Netflix and chill you, like, like damn, like watch it with me real quick

FABOLOUS Motivation

FABOLOUS Motivation Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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It's like, what make you do what you do?
What's your motivation?

Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation

Keep all the real niggas motivated
Keep all them lil niggas motivated
Maybach 600, it drove her crazy
Shawty gon' do it, she motivated
I've been neglectin' the Rover lately
I've been neglectin' the sober lately
If I do say like I'm HOVA baby
This paper stay bended over baby
Trickin' and treatin', October baby
She call me Mr. October baby
Yeah, Reggie Jackson, the motivator
Young OG Jackson, the motivator
Hope that is worth, it ain't overrated
You talkin' dues then I overpaid it
Swear that I can't even call 'em haters
What they be doin' is overhatin'
Let 'em know
Motivational speaker
Just motivates me through your speakers, know
Lookin' down on a nigga, know
Lest she check on my sneakers, woah
You bet the check that she sneakin', woah
I bet the check that she freaky, woah
Now you askin' why I kill ya
Takin' pics in Waikiki

Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation

This for the ones who be grindin'
This for the ones who be shinin'
Keep on till you blind 'em
This for the team that's behind 'em
If they don't know then remind
And put trust in the timin'
This for the lady beside him
One he confide in
Keep him on top, let you ride him
This for the OG that got him
This for the right hand who ridin'
They out here not hidin'

I came from the dirt but I made it big
Now I can push that Mercedes-Benz
Just had a son, I might baby blue it
Bitch I'm so loco, my navy blue it
Shoutout the ones that were shady to me
That hate from ya'll probably made me do it
Knew they was doubt, never catered to it
Love that dough like I'm a lady to it
Comin' through with the family
They all related to me
Mommy say she love the boy
Like she related to me
Feed her Ros� till she motivated
She from the Lou so she motivated
Pay me to be here, promotervated
Know we gone ball, let's keep motivated

Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation

This for the ones who be grindin'
This for the ones who be shinin'
Keep on till you blind 'em
This for the team that's behind 'em
If they don't know then remind
And put trust in the timin'
This for the lady beside him
One he confide in
Keep him on top, let you ride him
This for the OG that got him
This for the right hand who ridin'
They out here not hidin'

[?] out there it feel like we hidin'
So many cars I had trouble decidin'
On which one I'm ridin'
But I never had trouble with knowin' who ridin'
Cause my niggas slidin'
We the base runners who beat out the throw they providin'
And tellin' that catcher that we had no problem collidin'
Just to get home safe
Always believed that one day I'd be big
I had my own faith
All of my niggas gonna keep ridin' with me
Till they get they own Wraith
I'm they motivation, I'm your motivation
Since Superwoman, a little motivation
A little motivation, clap for a nigga
Dap for a nigga, brat for a nigga
Coulda been a wrap for a nigga
Coulda been a trap for a nigga
That's why I run laps for a nigga
Find a way on a map for a nigga
Ain't no app for a nigga
Like for real you should be happy for a nigga
Motivation, motivation
Like for real you should be happy for a nigga
Motivation, that it even happened for a nigga, motivation

Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a nigga motivated
We all need a little motivation
Money keep a ho motivated
We all need a little motivation

[Girl:] Oh there's the ice cream truck, let's get some ice cream
[Fab:] You want some icecream? Alright man, umm... yo papi let me get two cones, let me get a chocolate cone and a
[Girl:] I want vanilla
[Fab:] You want a va- hold up you want vanilla?
[Girl:] Yeah I want vanilla
[Fab:] Oh you want vanilla
[Girl:] Oh my God
[Fab:] Oh, nah, it's all good, if you like vanilla, I'll get you vanilla, like you like vanilla?
[Girl:] Yeah I do like vanilla, you need to relax
[Fab:] Oh wow, I thought you liked chocolate, but okay.
I just fall back, I let you get your vanilla thing and I'll fall back.
Papi give her vanilla, man, give her that vanilla cone
[Girl:] What's wrong with vanilla?

FABOLOUS Sorry Not Sorry

FABOLOUS Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics, singer by FABOLOUS

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[Fabolous:]
I'm way too different to treat the same
You still playing I already beat the game
I'm not with the breakup the make up shit
I'm on some wake up and cake up shit
So no apologies just a pile of G's
Make stacks for my niggas all my power G's
Tryna to kick I don't like your soccer
Curve a chick like a lipo doctor

[Bryson Tiller:]
I used to think about how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say what's up? to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to me

Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Just be honest, girl, what you want from me?
This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

This the shit I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Fabolous:]
Look, you could've been and you would've been
You get it now but you never understood it then
News bulletin yup all our bullets tins
I'mma pull a Benz up
Pocket full of bands
What's up with them get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's this ya I switched up on you
What happened to old boy, oh he bitched up on you
Now she want to ride stick, tryna witch up on you
When I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came through with Tiller, I'm posted with killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young nigga young nigga
And now it's T R A P S O U L, with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter like Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics
You niggas stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it

[Bryson Tiller:]
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

It get to a point that you know
You get money it's like what is you doing it for
So when you find somebody special it's like
They become your motivation behind what you do
You know what I'm saying (ya)
You got a lady or you got kids (Of course)
You know what ever you got
That become your motivation (ya)
You know what I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot easier
Of course when you have somebody that is doing the same thing
Or even just grinding just as hard it's really it's something it's)
So what's your motivation
(You)