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Letra actual de la canción
Fabolous] <br />Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it <br />Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted <br />for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it <br />I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard <br />got enough chips to bribe you wit' it <br />pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted <br />I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted <br />if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it <br />then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it <br />come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted <br />I got niggas on my side comitted <br />to leave you and the driver splitted <br />with your brain spilled inside your fitted <br />Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM <br />puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim <br />operate with more chips than IBM <br />fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs <br />if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs <br />if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs <br />if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug <br />no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood <br />If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs <br />if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love <br />if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. <br /> <br />[Fabolous] <br />Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things <br />swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames <br />Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien <br />catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain <br />I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name <br />niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change <br />end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine <br />get ADT alarms and new names <br />come in the club, under each arm is two dames <br />buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change <br />niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes <br />flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes <br />ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels <br />I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils <br />shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel <br />niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Fabolous] <br />I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters <br />hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators <br />hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators <br />bed ridden talkin' to investigators <br />now these ladies will do anything just to date us <br />'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders <br />dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters <br />when police come for me, fly West to Vegas <br />ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron <br />smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in <br />my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast <br />I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class <br />just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out <br />we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out <br />make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out <br />'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out <br />What nigga.... <br /> <br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
Fabolous] <br />Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it <br />Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted <br />for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it <br />I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard <br />got enough chips to bribe you wit' it <br />pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted <br />I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted <br />if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it <br />then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it <br />come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted <br />I got niggas on my side comitted <br />to leave you and the driver splitted <br />with your brain spilled inside your fitted <br />Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM <br />puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim <br />operate with more chips than IBM <br />fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs <br />if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs <br />if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs <br />if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug <br />no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood <br />If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs <br />if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love <br />if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. <br /> <br />[Fabolous] <br />Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things <br />swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames <br />Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien <br />catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain <br />I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name <br />niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change <br />end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine <br />get ADT alarms and new names <br />come in the club, under each arm is two dames <br />buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change <br />niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes <br />flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes <br />ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels <br />I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils <br />shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel <br />niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Fabolous] <br />I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters <br />hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators <br />hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators <br />bed ridden talkin' to investigators <br />now these ladies will do anything just to date us <br />'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders <br />dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters <br />when police come for me, fly West to Vegas <br />ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron <br />smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in <br />my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast <br />I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class <br />just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out <br />we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out <br />make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out <br />'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out <br />What nigga.... <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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