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Album: Miscellaneous (2009) Artists: Fabolous Bad Bitch Call Me Can't Deny It Can't Let You Go Change You Or Change Me Click & Spark Click & Spark Click And Spark Click And Spark Damn Fab Freestyle Forgive Me Father Get Right Get Smart Gotta Be A Thug Gotta Be Thug If They Want It Into You Intro It's Alright Keep It Gangsta Keeping It Gangsta Keeping It Gangsta Ma' Be Easy Never Duplicated Not Give A Fuck One Day Respect Ride For This Right Now & Later On Right Now & Later On Right Now And Later On Right Now And Later On Sickalicious The Bad Guy The Latin One This Is My Party Throw Back Trade It All Trade It All (Part 2) Trade It All (Remix) Trade It All, Pt.2 Young 'n

Song: Click & Spark Artists: Fabolous Favorite: Add Remove Fabolous Miscellaneous Click & Spark [D.J Clue + Fabolous] D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh) Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue] (O L O U S!) [Clue] Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Ya walk through my p's and karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet (?) Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you cant take the coupe wit ditches Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the croup suspicous Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid

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