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| Fabolous Miscellaneous Gotta Be A Thug Uh huh, Uh huh Fabulous Get it right Uh, yeah Uh, Brooklyn, it won't stop Uh huh Get it right Uh, yeah Uh huh, c'mon [Verse 1] Fabulous strives for digits, even connives to get it Niggas can't tell me nothing dunn the five is kitted >From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard Got enough chips to bribe you wit it Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines admitted I'm the type that get tried and acquitted If my bombs aint wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and spit it Y'all niggas run to the police and then describe who did it Come home, findin necks homie wives is slitted I got niggas on my side committed You niggas drive or split it, with your brain inside your fitting Fabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B M Puffin sticky green til my eyes get slim Operate with more chips than I B M Fuck with me you make the news, at 5 P M, motherfucker CHORUS: If y'all see me gettin locked, it gotta be drugs If y'all see chrome on a truck, it gotta be dubs If I'm givin somethin to haters, it gotta be slugs If it's one thing it gotta be, it gotta be thugs No info, if I'm leaking, it gotta be blood If my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studs If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thugs [Verse 2] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things Swan in a blue Range, armed with two things Flex pay my joints, drop bombs like Hussein Catchin cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknon a true name Niggas want it when you wave a firearm, they views change End up having to move they mom to Ukraine Yeah ADT, alarms and new names Who else comin to club, under each arm is two dames Buying bottles of Dom, with his loose change Niggas *Hate Me Now*, cuz I catch the eyes of dimes Flooded the hood, with trays the size of dimes Y'all do windows low, rims pokin off the wheels I'm in the game, tryin to get broken off a mil Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off the steel Niggas love to bam, but the bitches open off the grill CHORUS [Verse 3] Yo I'm ready to address the haters, and underestimaters Hop in the truck, ride up on y'all like escalators Hit your chest up, leave y'all hooked to respirators Bed ridden, talkin to investigators Now these ladies'll do anything, just to date us Cuz we skate around on ice, like Escapaders Dressed in gators, In Peace I'm Resting traitors When police come for me, peel out west in Vegas Riding or dying, niggas know I'm ridin wit iron Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin and eyein My pockets is fat, y'all accounts is on Slim Fast I'm 20, with 20s on the M Class Just gimme head, it won't switch your hairdo out We aint tryin to hear you out, we tryin to air you out Make y'all rush into stores, and clear Clue out Bout to put cameras in the truck, take them rearviews out, what nigga CHORUS |
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