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- The Wake - Album Version (Edited) 歌詞 Fabolous
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- Fabolous The Wake - Album Version (Edited) 歌詞
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- First off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in peace to the competition
What's up Drama Y'all know what this is right
Da da grillz da da da grillz
Da da grillz da da da grillz
Da da grillz da da da grillz
Da da grillz da da da da
I am logged on to f**k niggas dot com
And I am everything these f**k niggas not Drama
Must be some confusion you niggas are not me
I am an illusion really what you cannot see
So picture me like a paparazzi H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas no Nazi
But this the holocaust rap genocide yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2 nice
There Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the mirror
And the only competition's you
And even that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit it's time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it
I kill 'em with the shine yeah these black diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up then I call the coroner
My car is foreigner my bitch is from Florida
I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her
Good mornin' sir I goodnight niggas
Y'all on death row I Suge Knight niggas
Time to depart I book flights nigga
Wassup son What it look like nigga
Black dress black suits black shades black boots
Black truck black coupe guns blow black flutes
Black card black jewels black party bag
Black Friday throw it in a body bag
Black Barbie that's what I call my black braud
African plug that's what I call a black chord
Get ya sharps get ya flats that's the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees
Black limos black town cars black hearses
Black register books signed in black cursive
Black tears white tissues outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses
The wake it's the wake right here
Come before the funeral nigga
They call me funeral fab nigga a k a Young Funeral
I'm killing these niggas
All these niggas is dead
You look around they're all dead
It's tree fam nigga nice
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