- Fabolous Use'ta This 歌詞
- Fabolous
- Yo, I be tellin em, once they get used to this
They gon have a hard time tryna find it somewhere else
It aint this real over there
You think livin my dream came over night, baby
Like I aint had chicken wings over rice, baby
I just need me somebody to blow the dice, baby
But do you take a bad bitch over a nice lady?
Cant say they aint worth it , just overpriced maybe
Cant really tell if she ride, I drove it twice maybe
That ass do turn heads like poltergeist, baby
Know she put it in her mouth, that overbite crazy
Im tryna chill but really Im cold as ice, baby
You used to hear me in the streets like motorbikes, baby
I been stayin to myself, the social lifes shady
Your own bloodll watch you bleed, you know that life brazy
I outgrow people like baby clothes
I hate yes men and maybe hoes
Real shit expose a friend that maybe foe
You day ones was plottin on you on the day before
Yeah , baby row for baby Joe
Johan gettin big, gave his Rollie to baby bro
Yeah, we even hand-me-down different
You raisin kings, you gotta hand em crowns different
Uh, Cartier Christmasses
Its more toys in the driveway than the Christmas list
Everybody Gucci, we can smile today
This is what we hustle for, Trappy Holidays
Mexicano, workin nigga, trapaholic
Genius nigga, somethin like Im Aristotle
Hit the gas, baby, Im talkin full throttle
Beat the odds, the numbers wait, hold up
Took a nigga bitch, Im so used to this
Got another whip, Im so used to this
Niggas tellin lies, Im so used to this
Feelin too fly for the goofy shit
I be goin dumb on the doofuses
Flickin my thumbs on the blue faces
She callin me daddy, whos the kid?
Baby, thats too bad, dont know whos it is
Money on the nightstand , 100s all folded
Still aint been to sleep, niggas downstairs loaded
Lashes on the counter, makeup on the wash cloth
R&B thug, give a fuck about a pop star
Show a nigga love, Im just tryna get my rocks off
Comin for the bread, toes pop up like a Pop Tart
Bully got the 9 iron, I aint talkin Top Gun
Say you got the keys, well my niggas poppin locks off
Shout out to my Gs cause they know that Trigga got charge
Imma put some extra on the chicken like its hot sauce
See a nigga drippin and what is it if its not sauce?
Tell the pigs we aint tryna listen, we will not talk
Gettin bankrolls, pullin hoes and its my dogs
I am not the one to trade, you should try dog
One or two Ks, hit the dot, no topped off
One or two plays, hit the lot, now the top off
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt like the young nigga say
Uzi in the Vert charge that my young nigga take
Take that charge for me, boy, take that charge for me
Talkin to my grandma, she say she talk to God for me
All the dirt Im doin, I just pray that God love me
All the workIm doin, yeah sometimes its hard for me
Twerk it all, booty solid, keep it hard for me
You know how we ball, Fab threw the lob for me
Got my own trap, dont need you to ride for me
All these niggas is my sons, Ima let em shine for me
Drinkin vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me
Vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me, yeah
Mexicano, workin nigga, trapaholic
Genius nigga, somethin like Im Aristotle
Hit the gas, baby, Im talkin full throttle
Beat the odds, the numbers wait, hold up
Took a nigga bitch, Im so used to this
Got another whip, Im so used to this
Niggas tellin lies, Im so used to this
Feelin too fly for the goofy shit
I be goin dumb on the doofuses
Flickin my thumbs on the blue faces
She callin me daddy, whos the kid?
Baby, thats too bad, dont know whos it is
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