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