Fabolous - Lord Knows Lyrics

Fabolous - Lord Knows Lyrics

[verse 1]
your worst nightmare be this verse right here
but good, that’s what you niggas get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
and i bet his weeping homies won’t do shit but call them peoples on me
hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
i’mma keep it sosa while these niggas keep it tony

you gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
we go in niggas’ mouths, i don’t know bout bitches’ purses
and what’s up with this, “i’m just sayin’” shit?
fuck asked you? you shouldn’t be saying shit

problem is, assholes always saying shit
but money talks – you ain’t got it, then you shouldn’t be saying shit
like plaxi-ho, oops, i mean plaxico
talking bout we get ‘em robbed -shut the fuck up, cheddar bob
you know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
gonna be a hater cause he can’t find a better job

nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
that just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
that ray j shit got me so sensitive

big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
bitch nigga, i see through your tranny disguise
your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
you can’t touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
and you don’t want them niggas in your house though
trying to see if you got indo’/outdo’
i ain’t one to put no info out, yo

you start shit, i end shit — intro/outro
you under the influence, i’m over the bullshit
you on a empty tank, i got a full clip
you got the drool dripping from the wolves’ lips
don’t have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay blah

yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
mase-qua, that’s the four-door ‘rati
my aston martin, made that a four-door body
double pipes, that’s my four-door shotty
sitting but i’m shitting, that’s my four-door potty
ain’t too many ride like me, literally

this what separates the majors from the little league
little me, just trying to be the bigger person
dr. bruce banner, but the nigga version
and you don’t want to see me angry
you won’t like it when i’m angry
my condolences from the boss
all i could say, sorry for your loss

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe - Unfuckwitable Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe - Unfuckwitable Lyrics

[hook:]

[red cafe]

all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]

twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

[verse 1: red cafe]
hold up, i’m hotter than a fugitive
america’s most wanted, that swag lucrative
unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
talking that g talk, living like a general

ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
my niggas them killas for real, i’m talking federal
it’s f-ck you, it’s f-ck you, never no subliminal
stacking ones every day, active criminal
me and twenty million cash look identical

if you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
but i ain’t looking for love, that’s for s-cker niggas
let him be your man, i’ll gladly be the other nigga
cuddle with dog all winter, i’m your summer nigga

hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
bullshit aside, i’m the realest killer in town
most the niggas in the streets, they know how i get down
bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
look, as a young boy i used to have hoop dreams
now i’m like shaq, i still got hoop dreams

[hook:]

[red cafe]

all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

[verse 2: fabolous]
i ain’t feeling niggas, i ain’t that sentimental
i got no words for ‘em, let’s just keep it instrumental
i put it down where i stay, word to incidentals
and guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
y’all would never measure up using my ruler

you’re more soft than a second-year high schooler
my nigga hov told me finish my breakfast
and now i’m looking at you niggas like breakfast
french toast, turkey bacon
shit’s in bad shape, too many squares circulating
money talks and y’all voices are unheard
when they ask about us, one word

unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
that’s why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
when you touch down, bow down, get your tebow on
you won’t say it in the street, don’t say it in your tweets
you won’t say it when we meet, don’t say it on them beats
real nigga shit, rns
last night was a movie, starring us

[hook:]

[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”

[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

Fabolous Ft. Broadway - Black Bird Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Broadway - Black Bird Lyrics

[intro: fabolous]
and she know we killing em
and some people don’t like it, but she still feeling ‘im
my black bird
and she know we killing em

and he ain’t always right, but she still feeling ‘im
i’mma need you to spread your wings
and fly away with me, baby

[verse 1]
i’m john dilli
you play billie
ride to that soul tape — “y’all don’t really
hear me though, y’all don’t really hear me though”
long as i’m with you, babe, it don’t matter where we go, yo
yellow chick, she no canary though
that’s my blackbird, she clearly crow
we met a year ago and you been looking sexy since
think your e’s for “effort”, you get e’s for excellence

black excellence, you in all-black
you know who she with, you should fall back
when i was down, baby, you knew i’d crawl back
and when i lost you, you knew i’d call back
hello? hey doll, it’s me
never lockouts when you play ball with me
and it’s consequences but she understands
that she riding with a wanted man

[hook: broadway]
i don’t care about what they gon’ say
you already what they gon’ play
you my black bird, that ain’t gon’ change
i need you to spread your wings
to fly away with me, baby
that’s my black bird
i need you to fly away with me, baby
that’s my black bird

[verse 2]
we at the safe house, hiding out
cause all eyes be on us when we sliding out
what if we could get out of here altogether?
don’t pack no bags when we land, hit the mall, whatever
you and me now, no more what you call a job
gotta take what you want in life, some people call it rob
i get to the money, minute forty seconds flat
it ain’t hard to tell, so we expecting rats

but it’s me and you against the world
feel like the odds is in our favor
the smart money’s on my baby girl
when others fear, we are at our bravest
back at it not a hour later
it must suck being our neighbors
and it’s consequences, but she understands
that she riding with a wanted man

[hook]

Fabolous Ft. Meek Mill - You Don’t Know Bout It Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Meek Mill - You Don’t Know Bout It Lyrics

[hook: fabolous]
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that
tell me what you know about risk
what you know about getting back

them niggas don’t live what they rap
them boys ain’t been in no trap
them niggas don’t know about this
them boys don’t know about that
ay, you don’t know bout it
you don’t know bout it

you don’t know bout it
tell me what you know about that
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
you don’t know nothing
tell me what you know about that

[verse 1: fabolous]
hold up, stop the shit
that’s word to that red sign
don’t think cause i’m laid up
i won’t flatline your red line
my niggas tuck guns in
catch you slipping, it’s bedtime
gotta kill you by a certain time
now, that’s what i call a deadline

deadline, deadline
can’t call it like a dead line
when they hit little homie up
i was in miami getting fed prime
got my bitch in the studio
she the best supahead-line
call her my little ghostwriter
she help me come with them headlines
headlines, headlines
put your name in them headlines
niggas beefing, that’s cool
just give me mine with some red wine

shouts out to my big homie
when he left, he said grind
my nigga moved so much britney spears
they gave that boy kevin fed time
fed time, fed time, locked down all day
real nigga by myself, kevin hart with it all day
rather go night-night, nigga
don’t look at that white light, nigga
i’m back on this dark shit
if you scared, get a night light, nigga

[hook]

[verse 2: meek mill]
crushing all of these bitches
stunting out on these niggas
fifty racks in my pocket
on the way to go get it
northside, yeah, we popping
i was never scared of no nigga
catch me deep down in that jungle
with them lions, snakes, and gorillas

i be riding round in four-wheelers
drop-tops with no ceilings
and i ain’t talking about tunechi, bitch
ball hard but can’t hoop shit
thank god for this, i can tell
cause jail cells is tuna fish
they locked me down in that hellhole
on state row like a lunatic
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that

tell me what you know about bricks
thirty two racks, i’ll get you that stamp
them boys ain’t toting no straps
them boys ain’t up in that trap
them niggas ain’t bout that life
tell you bout that white and i’m like, “where it’s at?”, nigga

[hook]

Fabolous Ft. Jadakiss And Styles P - B.E.T Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Jadakiss And Styles P - B.E.T Lyrics

[verse 1: jadakiss]
chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
i don’t trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
it be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
that’s why you gotta watch niggas like b.e.t

little stupid niggas, they ain’t got their g.e.d
but they’ll do anything for a fee
and damn near anything for a ki
yeah, so i keep em in my rearview
you acting like you ready to die

[styles p]
be prepared to

[jadakiss]
they gonna think you had a deal with nike, i’m air you
coming through, knocking that black rob

[styles p]
i dare you, yeah

[jadakiss]
i’ll send flowers to your wake

[styles p]
i’ll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[jadakiss]
i got a bunch of rocsi’s and frees with me
i even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[hook: fabolous]
gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
friends at a distance, enemies close
sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[verse 2: fabolous]
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you keep your gun every day, i got my g.e.d
everything’s believable, anything’s possible
don’t take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
you holding up your right hand on the stand
and then you put your right hand in the can
friends like that, who needs enemies?
i’m fucking successful, it do breed enemies

talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
tear your ass apart, rip the runway
i ain’t with none of the sucker shit that they be with
want you to pick em up all the time, that’s baby shit
that’s why when i breeze past, i’m with a broad
that reminds you of free’s ass at the awards
my advice? get your money, don’t let it change you
and don’t trust shit — even the devil was an angel

[hook]

Fabolous - Got That Work Lyrics

Fabolous - Got That Work Lyrics

[hook]
it’s one o’ clock in the morning, still up and i’m yawning
it’s obvious that i’m tired, not as much as i’m horny
there’s a sign on my dick and it says “help wanted”
told shorty if she want the job fall through and get on it
fall through and get on it
fall through and get on it

know you got that work
i’ma fall through and get on it
fall through and get on it
fall through and get on it
know you got that work
i’ma fall through and get on it

[verse one]
going through my iphone, full of girls that i bone
bunch of niggas i fuck with, couple of niggas that i don’t
never mind them lames though, that ain’t what a nigga came for
it’s about this call of duty, and this shit ain’t no game ho
i should call one named jo, that’s short for joanna
that too legit to quit shit, this bitch just go hammer

should dial up dominique, her name should be dime-i-freak
was supposed to be training me, instead we fuck a few times a week
in this corner – jasmine, on the score card, i give the ass ten
last time, we went two rounds in the front seat of my aston
and brittany like her hair pulled, she crazy, she dareful
that “nah, we can’t do this”, turned to “ok but be careful”

[hook]

hit me on my bbm, that d turn into an r if
she ain’t trying to come fall through, i leave her on that ??
mia like to be comfortable, t-shirt, no drawers and
she call me ike turner because i beat her in the car
beat her in the studio, even hit her friend too
so what, i got out of? know what we got into
tiff got them d’s on her – daredevil
down to take her top off wherever
however, jessica get so wet
few bottles of moet, she ain’t told me no yet
my dominicans be the baddest ones
que tú hace mami? now come give daddy some

[hook]

Fabolous - Black City Lyrics

Fabolous - Black City Lyrics

r.i.p to the competion

verse 1: fabolous

black city bitch. black black city bitch
that girl bust it like the new black city bitch
black pretty bitch selita ebanks

money talks so when i talk i be frank
yeah she blank face down ass up
toast to this real shit put your glass up
who wanna bet they keep up when i gas up
act like a safe for your ceiling put you cash up
d twizzy on the freewizzy riding to that there is no competition thrizzy
party scene i’m the black charlie sheen
you fake niggas can’t even be real for halloween cause

chorus: fabolous

black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
i keep cash and i got that black with me bitch [2x]

chorus: fabolous

silver emblem two black r’s
who’s that in the nice black car
autopsy came back the results are… cause of death? bars
got a killa flow from the llama
got a killa ho half columbiana half dominicana poke out from behind her
work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee)
black city bitch black out a old 3
california king kush black out from og
you made your death bed now lay in it
the end is here start saying it

chorus: fabolous

black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
black city bitch black black city bitch
i keep cash and i got that black with me bitch [2x]

r.i.p to the competition

dj drama
we can kill you niggas softly if necessary… suckas

Fabolous - Death Comes In 3′s Lyrics

Fabolous - Death Comes In 3′s Lyrics

rip to the competition
fabolous: i heard that death come in 3′s [3x]

verse 1:
i think by now that you and i know and if you don’t
the motto in my hood is do or die ho

that just mean you do or you die but you decide doe
writing shit about me now that’s a suicide note
i should drive a black hearse with a suicide door
nickname that shit coffin car but keep your boo inside though
lights on day time and i usually ride slow
we on that boys ii men it’s so hard to say goodbye flow
hop out in that all black
they like “who just died bro”

i say “the competition” but they ain’t look too surprised though
they be talking sideways
keep that to the side though
i nail they bitch it ain’t my fault she wanna be crucified yo
jesus christ he’s just nice
wait i ain’t say that right he’s just niceeee
and i heard that death comes in 3′s
some one please come get these little rapping bumble bees
had they buzz now it’s gone that high usually comes and leaves
they was hot i was cool enough of that summer breeze

some of these niggas say shit i tell them don’t mumble please
keep bumpin your gums i will show you bitches gum disease
you know somebody hating give them this number please
the number is 1-800-hum-on-these
killed them once killed them twice
usually i just come and flees
killed them for a third time cause i heard that death comes in 3′s
well i’m back and i’m prompt nigga
arrogant and so pomp nigga
in my world ain’t shit free there is no comp nigga
riding round with my bronx nigga

who wanna come romp nigga
can’t kick a man when he down? they ain’t say you can’t stomp niggas
flashlight candles be prepared for this black out
black shoes black suit black skirt black blouse
car service black lex couple racks on my black slacks
dime bitch ace of spade i should be yelling out black jack
bbm’n my black bold yo bm in my black rolls
she look like miss universe and i’s about to be in that black hole
get my nut the fade to black
damier the greater black

wanna roll we got the heat just imagine d-wade in black
you wanna play dumb? black that’s cool
i’mma play hbcu you gone get your black ass schooled
welcome to the funeral university
death comes in 3′s this the third cd

Fabolous - She Did It Lyrics

Fabolous - She Did It Lyrics

now i don’t jerk off in public, but i been out doing my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)

fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci

that snapback with that snake skin, you niggas gotta see don’t c
muthaf-cka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces

ball like this, you gon’ see
the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin’ me fonzi
but i ain’t got my collar up, i just got my dollars up

big fish see little fish, and you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldn’t of been in this shark tank, ain’t my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb’s
ain’t no love in hip hop, but still let you eat ‘em
came for the competition, but there wasn’t much around
i let you kiss the ring but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

now i ain’t come here to be playin’, showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going in, everytime they let me out

ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like ‘em with that keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i’m hardly here
gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em

weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you ain’t got it, convo, hell no
stick to being you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see ya’ll been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasn’t much around
i let you kiss the ring, but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

Fabolous Ft. Lloyd Banks - Get Down Or Lay Down Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Lloyd Banks - Get Down Or Lay Down Lyrics

[verse 1: fabolous]
ay yo, it’s get down or lay down
my shit sound like trey pound
stand up if they g’s, sit down if they clowns
get a bitch? i got a bitch
she get round, she stay round

girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground
i swing by, slide through, see-saw the before
niggas won’t believe this, record the freak raw

on the road to riches, these broads get detoured
they just firecrackers, we more like c4′s
think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up
life in the fast lane — you think talk’ll slow us up?
nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime
thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline
i revived that real shit, y’all deprived from real shit
small hood to all good, we strive like will smith

fresh prince of bel-air; flow sick, need health care
they ain’t got nothing for the kid, i’m gonna need welfare
hell yeah, she down, down like she upset
i took her down two months ago, bitch ain’t came up yet
money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas
put you in your place — it happened to be a ditch, nigga

[hook: fabolous]
get down now
if you gon do it, baby, then do it now
cause later on i might not be on the shit that i’m on
your chance’ll be gone

so get down now
get down now
get down now
get down now

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
stack the heavy break away, sleep on the small bills
evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels
brung her ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills
snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels
i’m so ill, too slick
with boys i get horse
she ain’t really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed
i think i fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss
she yelling for the lord, i threw on my big cross
i get mine, get yours — i’m score-bound on fourth down
don’t make us bring them bulldogs round, georgetown
vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen

you won’t use me, use that strip pole to make clean
i get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops
same time, i spend loot on bm’s and benz coupes
porsches and lambos and ‘raris for candles
front if you want, my four-five in my camo
blam-o! don’t touch ‘less you wanna get burned up
your good girl’s a renegade, i got her all the way turnt up
bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck
we ain’t gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and..

[hook]

Fabolous Ft. Trey Songz - Spend It Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Trey Songz - Spend It Lyrics

[fabolous/trey songz]
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it

it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it

[trey songz]
i’m smokin on exotic, she bitchin’ by the stomach
when we have sex she felt it in the stomach
throw that money up, she make that money vomit
and when i’m with the school bitch, money was the subject

[fabolous/trey songz]
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it

it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it

[verse 1 - fabolous]
i’m ridin round to my city, emphasis on my city
this bullsht ain’t gon carry on
no none of that shit fly with me
yeah i’m back with my guy with me
that boy named trigga trey
we ridin round we gettin it
maybe i stay out them niggas way
just like the late bigga say
more money, more problems
matter fact i’d rather that to having no money be your problem
if hustle plus muscle equals success then it’s no problem
think i care if you fck with me
no sir that’s a ho problem
we be on the loud sht
y’all be smokin that low volume
over here is going down, over there ain’t no slalom
i’m so fly i need a co-pilot
need a ride with low ….
and all my girls be hollin in the back, no wallet

[hook - fabolous/trey songz]
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it

it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it

[trey songz]
i’m ridin round windows up
young peace town can’t wait to fck
another one in the back can relate to her
got tittes big and they fake as fuck
my nggas got em pistols i’ll never catch no case bra
life is like a strip club and i always got my paper up
swears like a ngga can make it up
fame for the kk beggin up

stop it, watch it, pocket, scrap it
nggas know i got it
knowledge where she drop after that i take her shopping
btch nggas we talkin we just call it pssy poppin
triggas home, way go to, i bet on what you ain’t know ho
snatch the doze up on that photo
make that girl tattoed my logo
she go below the belt cha that’s a low blow
made her say ah and i ain’t talkin coco loso

i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it

it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
i’m ridin round and i’m gettin it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it
it’s mine, i spend it

Fabolous - Swag Champ Lyrics

Fabolous - Swag Champ Lyrics

now i dont jerk off in public, but i been out doin my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)

fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci

that snapback wid dat snake skin, you niggas gotta see don c
muthafucka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces
ball like this, you gon see

the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin me fonzi
but i aint got my collar up, i just got my dollars up

big fish see little fish, n you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldnt of been in this shark tank, aint my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb’s
aint no love in hip hop, but still let you eat ‘em
came for the competition, but there wasnt much around
i let youu kiss the ring but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

now i aint come here to be playing, showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going innnn, everytime they let me out
ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like ‘em wid dat keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i’m hardly here

gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em
weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you aint got it, convo, hell noo
stick to bein’ you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see yall been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasnt much around
i let u kiss the ring, but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

Fabolous Ft. Meek Mill - You Don’t Know Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Meek Mill - You Don’t Know Lyrics

[fabolous - chorus]
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that
tell me what you about risk
what you know about getting back
them niggas dont live what they rap

them boys aint been in no trap
them niggas dont know about this
then boys dont know about that
ayy, you don’t know ’bout it
you don’t know ’bout it
tell me what you know ’bout that
you dont know nothing
you dont know nothing
you dont know nothing
tell me what you know ’bout that

[fabolous - verse 1]
hol’ up, stop the shit
thats word to that red sign
don’t think cause i’m laid up
i wont flatline your redline
my niggas tuck guns in
catch you slippin it’s bedtime
gotta kill you by a certain time
now thats what i call a deadline
deadline, deadline
can’t call it like a deadline
when they hit little homie up,
i was in miami getting fed prime
got my bitch in the studio
she the best, superheadline
call her my little ghost rider

she help me come with them headlines
headlines, headlines
put your name in them headlines
niggas beefin thats cool
just give me mine with some red wine
shouts out to my big homie
when he left he said grind
my nigga move so much britney spears
they gave that boy kevin fed time
fed time, fed time
locked down all day
real nigga, by myself, kevin hart wit it all day
niiiice
whoever gon night night nigga
don’t look at that white light nigga
i’m back on this dark shit
if you scared get a night light nigga

[chorus]

[verse 2 - meek mill]
crutching all of these bitches
stuntin’ all onof these niggas
fifty racks in my pocket
or on the way to go get it
northside yeah we poppin’
now, is never scared of no nigga
catch me deep down in that jungle
with them lions, snakes and gorillas
i be ridin’ round in 4 wheelers
drop tops and no ceilings

and i aint talkin’ bout tunechi bitch
ball hard but can’t hoop for shit
thank god for this?, cause jail cells tuna fish
they locked me down in that hell hole
on state roll like a lunatic
tell me what you know about this
tell me what you know about that
tell me what you know about bricks
32 racks i get you that stamped
them boys aint totin’ no straps
them boys aint up in that trap
them niggas aint bout that life
tell you ’bout that white and i’m like where it’s at?
nigga

[chorus]

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

[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 aint talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]

Fabolous - I'ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Fabolous - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Meek Milly wattup boy?
Loso the boss
Maybach, the family

Stand up nigga looking down on a slouch
I got a thing for putting footprints in the couch
Nigga mad cause his chick in my section
Take it the wrong way, he dead, die-rection
Come through in the AM, y’all thought the morning
I mean thta Aston Martin, see my thoughts are foreign
I f-ck with real niggas who like to pop some tags
I dig a chick who ’bout her money, got some ass

So I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I’d admit it
She said “no you f-cking don’t Fab, you just wanna hit it”
Okay girl you got me, but I’m with it, if you with it
I just wanna hear make them funny voices while we did it
I’ma BOSS (boss)
That mean your man run shit
She got a man, but I’m who her man come get
New management, Hermes done with
She let me score, thats foul, And 1 bitch

Fabolous Ft. Broadway & Paul Cain - Drugs (Do This To Me) Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Broadway & Paul Cain - Drugs (Do This To Me) Lyrics

[Verse 1 -Paul Cain]
Damn Ma
I love you like a lie
I get a rush from your touch, sort of like a high
I used to adore your presence but now I’m like goodbye
Kept it a hundred with you..What give you the right to lie?
We in two different spaces, and you done turned Gemini
Completely changed faces
You wouldn’t understand even if we trade places
You’ll never find another me, face it!

[Broadway]
My life ain’t sweet
I don’t know who told you that?
My shoes, might want to tiptoe in that
Walk slow with that
I’m the same, ain’t changed
But the hate where home is at
Got me like damn, where my homies at?
Fuck it, it’s just me
Can’t hold me back
You just can’t bite the hand that feeds you
Especially when the hand’s illegal
I got you cold
Consider it a lesson learned
I’m guessing it was just my turn
To learn the hard way
You can’t always trust the ones you love

[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too..
But you just wouldn’t do this to me
I know you just wouldn’t do this to me
Not you, I’m sorry, I must have you confused

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
You got to take the good with the bad
Love what you got, remember what you had
Always forgive but never forget
Learn from mistakes, but never regret
I feel like it’s coming it just ain’t never done yet
You wanna take off, go head rev up the jet
Ain’t gotta act like our paths should had never met
Let’s be happy apart instead of together upset
I got the least out of something I put the most into
It’s fucked up when assholes are who we toasting to
You remind me of somebody that I used to know
Me and that other you, weren’t introduced before
And I don’t like that bitch
We go from belly
I don’t like that shit
Who’s gonna fill your space
That’s still a case
Ben Franks the only familiar face
Get money

[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn’t do this to me
I know you just wouldn’t do this to me
Not you, I’m sorry I must have you confused
Cause that can’t be love
You took advantage of a good thing
And that ain’t a good thing
Take it how you want

[Verse 3]
I guess she forgot how I used to hold her
The nights she was goin through it
Crying on my shoulder
And did a 360 it’s like she got colder
I’m starting to regret all the things that I showed her
But I’m a rider
She used to be my roller
I guess the general just lost his best soldier
I thought I felt some type of bond and got close to her
She mean to me more
Cuz ya boy a ghost to her

[Hook]
Oh yeah I think I remember you
Yeah mmm ahhh probably not
You look so familiar too
But you just wouldn’t do this to me
I know you just wouldn’t do this to me
Not you, I’m sorry I must have you confused

Fabolous Ft. Trey Songz - Slow Down Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Trey Songz - Slow Down Lyrics

[Intro - Fabolous]
I wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stage
Know it’s hard to see way up in the stands

I understand, but damn [x2]

Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle
Way too many of them with one hand

I understand, but damn [x2]

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Yea, Slow down baby, let me be your yellow light
The way we met was wrong, let me say hello right
You need a mellow night, a break from this ghetto life
The way I roll make them haters wanna yellow dice
She say what matters is that you keep them stilettos nice
And when you slap this ass, it shake like Jello, right?
Well alright, roll them cigarellos tight
I nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow rice
Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair
And she know they talking but she never gon’ care
Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon’ hear
I can’t imagine what a fall upon LeBron’s ear
Always been the girl that didn’t have to wait in line
Niggas buy her watches just for making time
Fake say “give it up” never had to ask
They call her the stick up girl that never wore a mask
Baby, ain’t you tired of life in this fast lane?

Packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch that last plane?
There’s some dudes who take pride in trying to gas dames
The same dudes will see her and give they last name
Funny how I became the apple of her eye
The game went South and I’m a rapper from NY
Don’t get me wrong: lil mama love “Trap or Die”
But through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guy
And fell in love with a 2009 verse
She said before we met, I fucked her in her mind first
We crossed paths, a mixture of karma and luck
I walked in strong, mentally palming my nuts
I got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cut
You know me? I can spot a Swan from a Duck
My approach? Smoother than an Armani tux
The diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truck
The small talk, warming her up, she palming her cup
She told me that I make her laugh and I’m charming as fuck
But for now she had to go, the chat just quickly changed
She was chilling, now she leaving, I mean that was kinda strange
Asked “can we meet again?” She said “that can be arranged”
And I’m sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchanged
We did, she slid, that’d a be explained
But for now she hopped into a Platinum-colored Range

[Trey Songz]
See baby, see you gotta get ur mind right while there’s still time left.
You know life, wanting VIP sections and flight confirmations
Jumpin start to star, got ur own constellation
I aint tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am
Never follow ur heart
Sure to lose your mind…if u neva follow ur heart..

[Bridge]
You need to Slow down…(Yes baby u need to slow down) [x2]
Slow Down….
You need to Slow down
You need to Slow… You need to Slow… You need to Slow Down
You need to Slow…
Baby for real You need to Slow it on…Slow it on Down.

Fabolous - Riesling And Rolling Papers Lyrics

Fabolous - Riesling And Rolling Papers Lyrics

[Fabolous]
This is why they f-ck with me: right after the head
I tell em I gotta leave cause I’m trying to stay sucker-free
They say I’m a dog, well that makes them a f-cking flea
And now I understand why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats
Thug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a D
I’ma reach my goal and you ain’t gon take this puck from me
Coco Loso in my Stanley Cup
You could say whatever, just don’t bring the family up
Who could f-ck with me? Everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up
I’m down to earth like gravity, but man we up

Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up
Your boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up
This is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up
As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:
A bunch of tatted up niggas who can wrap weed
And I ain’t saying I”m exactly what rap needs
I’m just a swagged-out nigga in a Rapide
With a 3-year old, that I’m trying to be here for
Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain’t even talking about that Aston Martin
Even though I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, they pass the margin
Yeah, I write my best shit on my worst day
And that’s the shit that gets you richer
Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it’s not me, it’s the money
It’s the middle of the winter but they got me where it’s sunny
And I’m not just being funny, I know no other way
Let’s just finish up this Riesling and roll another J

Fabolous - Phone Numbers Lyrics

Fabolous - Phone Numbers Lyrics

You(x12)

[Fabolous - Intro]
Y’all niggas better stop playin with me
Y’all know ya aint bout that life
“SOUL tape”
niiiccee

[Chorus]
I’m callin them out
I got they phone numbers (x2)
When that money callin everything gon on hold (x2)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
I’m having doubts, what they really believe
Starting with these Stefan Urquelle, who really be Steve
Photoshop dont make it better, it really deceive
Long hair dont care, but it really be weave
Lets get back to this real shit
That life, I’m bout
Anytime that I’m out, I keep ballin like there’s no time out
On the kush I’m stoned out

On you haters, I zone out
Y’all opinions dont make me money
So what yall thinkin dont count
I mean the nerve of these niggas giving me attitude
When I be serving these niggas
You rappers platter food

[Chorus] (x2)

[Verse 2]
Saying they overrated is a understatement
Them niggas is broke, look like they under maintanence
They rapping bout mansions, but from they momma’s basement
Swear they in phantoms, but drive a honda station
Lets get back to this real shit
Stay away from that counterfeit
That fake-it till you make-it life, really dont amount to shit
Talkin never bothers us, sometimes it do bore me
So if ya makin movies, hope it based on a true story
Freck said “nothings worse than a rich hater”
When money call, pick it up n call that bitch later

[Chorus] (x2)

Fabolous Ft. Lil Wayne - That’s Not Love Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Lil Wayne - That’s Not Love Lyrics

[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not love
That’s not love

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement
Survived the battle with animals and cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth cosed, you wanna know why you die
The answer’s right under your nose
Exposed to the street, in the game I don’t cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I get money, don’t shit come free
It’s my life and I run it even when
Keep my business in my pockets, don’t wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
See…

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Say what’s on your heart if you’re real
Cause the scars you can’t see be the hardest to heal
And I used to chase money, now I have it brought
Cause you can only chase something that you haven’t caught
If there’s a summertime in hell, it’s not as hot
You empty clip niggas aint got a shot

These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore
Now you decide if their to die for
Advice to my haters, do what I say now
Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down
Thought it was love, how foolish of us
I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Look, as the crooked World revolves
Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve)
And Evil spelt backwards is live or live
And when death comes you better have lives to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas is snitching and still living
I hope my words are like razors to the bitches
Niggas pretend like they actually in
But when it go down they f-ck around and be them
That blood look familiar when it’s leaking
If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga
That aint love

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Life is but a dream
Aint always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didnt have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see these haters in passing, yeah they ’round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous
Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist
Just anothger page in my success story
I make my worst enemies wish the best for me