Fabolous Album

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Bitch I'm raw,
So you hearing that any nigga could outcook me
the suspect is R. kelly with girl scout cookies
When u talking to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
Go in ya shit, have ya teeth playin mouth hookie
Nice, you niggas must of heard me wrong.
I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on (vrrrrm)
My engine gettin his Kentucky derby on,
Seats is brunette... paint is dirty blonde
Speaking of dirty blonde... say hi to curvy don... Fergie john
With the body movement of a turbion...
I just watch her, it's been a hectic year... so I sit and get fried
Call the weed electric chair
But ya'll on death row... one request left
U looking for ya girl oh she just left
Her and my dick just became B-F-Fs
Then I threw her out like jazzy J. E.F.F
I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex not tape decks
You can't see me
Neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas, like a monkey number 2
I'm bigger than that
More like guerrilla though...
Nick name funeral, got that from ths killer flow.
Err things still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A Rods next to bat
SHIT.
Somebody contact the tabloids
I'm a big deal like a contract from bad boy
Yeahh... it's all good baby baaaby
My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy
We hit the club like Nino in the C.M.B
Pretty mixed bitch I just call her P.M.B
Watch ya step baby gettin out that G.M.C
You bust yo ass girl we both gon be on T.M.Z
Don't be shy let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you
People running up like damn I knows you
Hey ain't u?... yeah I am that bitch
6 feet deep nigga, yeah I am that ditch.
Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich
I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars
I ain't what's poppin bitch I'm what's popular
If I'm the one to go at, niggas what's stopping ya
I call my gun Nadia, and I be finger poppin ha
Keep that bitch comming like blakka blakka
Go to ya head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit call a doctor partner
U think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flocka
yeahh I am tooo fuckin raw... yeah u heard me I am too fuckin raw

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Shout out to my enemies
shout out my competitors
shout out to my mini me̢۪s, I hope you do better bruh
better me better you etc etc
shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya

big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
bigging y̢۪all up should make you feel a little bigger
big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas
uhh, I̢۪m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
bitches say we are the best
so mommy in my jeans PRPS
yeah street fidda didda gang
yeah at you like a Twitter name
same place I see em, same place they chalk em out
we speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout

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holla at your homie, holla at your dogg
looking for the competition holla at the morgue
once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya

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Shout out to the groupies
shout out to my ex
prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex
don̢۪t get mad at me cause I̢۪m onto the next
all of this because I aint respond to your text
big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses
big up to the big girls y̢۪all are so Precious
salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
uhh, but it aint fresh as Loso
monogramed out son in case you didn̢۪t know so
flow so deadly swag too murderous
known for being nice, that don̢۪t mean courteous
this is nothing new, Im not a beginner
I get big checks like the lottery winners
a boy dissing I, boy listen I
call you sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi

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[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty

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[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Let's keep it a hundred
That's word to Ben Frank's
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass green over here
Green like the kushes
I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes
We don't chase money we chase dreams
Rub this money in your face, face cream
Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes "what you see"
You know what I said!

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[Verse 3: Fabolous]
And if I go make sure the family gets the cash
And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask
Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman
Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They call me funeral they call us [? ]
Face on point they should call us swordfish
He got a gang of money
You can't stop his drive
He in the blue six screaming out stop it five
Black out jewelry, you still see it though
I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though

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You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

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You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand em the tone

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[Verse 2:]
Yeah I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution

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Had to let you know
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
I'd like to congratulate you
Congratulations

And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes

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Lights out nigga

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Its clap on clap off in this bitch
Don't make me turn of your own switch
Lights out nigga
You couldn't see me in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so
Lights out nigga
I don't see nobody (x8)
Lights out nigga

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I walk up in the spot
And see tonight we have a packed house
We are in the building
And it's rocking like a crack house
All the sexy woman
Wearing dresses with there backs out
My neck is usually lit up
But tonight we have a black out
Call me tom Edison
Because im about to light up
My head is in the clouds
Feel like it just took a flight up
They tryna slow me down
Like that syrup in them white cups
Clear that im a bubble
Like you shook a fuckin sprite up
I don't see nobody
I aint going blind though
I don't see nobody
Stopping me from mine though
We the money gang
We throw up dollar signs hoe
My gun form outta town
Make you change your state of mind hoe
Lights out nigga

Chorus:
Its clap on clap off in this bitch
Don't make me turn of your own switch
Lights out nigga
You couldn't see me in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so
Lights out nigga
I don't see nobody (x8)
Lights out nigga

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Bottles of rosay keep finding its way to my section
In groups of pretty bitches
With them light skinned complexions
Told her imam kill it
And I use magnum protection
I just slide up in it
Baby that's lethal injection
Im about that money
Pussys what a fool chase
Hoes will have you tied up
Bitch I aint no shoe lace
Smirking in my black shades
My BB and pool face?
But I will fix you niggas
You make me get my tool case
I don't see nobody
But it aint my vision
I see im what it is
And you are what it isn't
Lights out niggas
Assume the position
With my eyes closed
I see there is no competition
Lights out nigga

Chorus:
Its clap on clap off in this bitch
Don't make me turn of your own switch
Lights out nigga
You couldn't see me in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so
Lights out nigga
I don't see nobody (x8)
Lights out nigga

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