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[Fabolous:] Yeah Fabolous Brooklyn How real is that? F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S- [Verse 1: Fabolous] The games over I'm fed Hop out the Range Rover with led Inf on it so I won't aim over ya head Ya'll niggas that give my name over to feds I dump slugs in ya pull ya chain over ya head I could hire trained soldiers instead Cause I rather flip shit call a dame over for head Sip gin 'tiil I wake with hang overs in bed F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S- The skinny hard fellow That brainwashed ghettos With nickels of crack the size of marshmellows Cops heard this heard that I come through where I purchased birds at Fur this fur that Let me find out you givin' words to the Dees I push ya top back like Going to Guadalupe just to splurge a few gees SongtexteYa'll want birds and hoochies I want birds and cuties Guess I'm a lucky guy All I stay is ducky high Next day in the Rover tryin' to suck me dry Throw 20s on me truck me bye Unless they crack the dash they ain't tryin' to hold me suck These thighs motherfucker [Fabolous:] Fabolous Get it right Brooklyn Clumminati Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania