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Told Y'all Freestyle

Fabolous

Friday Night Freestyles

13.03.2015

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[Intro] Told y'all, would you believe? [Verse 1] I'm the type to take your chick, the one of the (?) Have her at the crib watchin' Money and Violence, bruh Shorty come to me cause I'm the one with the guidance, but Bang her on the low like a gun with a silencer Swag champ back, you just one of the challengers Day you beat me ain't on none of these calendars You throwin' shots, but you're a little under my caliber We play with heavy metal, boy, I run with Metallica Skatin' through the city like I'm one of the Islanders You fly like this, they got to wonder who's stylin' you The road money don't have me in New York too much But I got the shut up money if you talk too much Listen, if you talkin' about that man fur You gotta get money like that man first Whoever say the most hit that man first Put his front in the back like a fat transfer Like how these girls turn a gut into a butt And be a bad bitch when they nothin' but a mutt My shottas want it all, know nothin' about a cut You niggas talkin' about, "Take the what and leave the what?" Yup, I've won everything, valet life, I'm upfront with everythin' You don't like it, more your problem than mine Let's turn up and see if yours got more volume than mine Yeah, I know hate, sellin' sour '98 Back then I did good, right now I'm doin' great Like 50 and Taraji, how do we relate? Tryin' to build an empire, niggas in power want to hate Woah, what, you mad cause I'm fuckin' your bird? You know I put it in my waist like I'm tuckin' a shirt Like, "Fuck is you doin'?", A-Town voice When I see your ass, tre pound voice Bought the Ghost on Christmas, play 'round toy And it's chinchilla weather, nigga, we outside What you know about gifts that got to be outside? It's too big, put it under the tree outside Woah, now picture me sellin' sniff, sellin' piff Back then my block did numbers like Taylor Swift Yeah, Fab Sport, what? Funeral, who? Loso, huh? Young O.G. gone [Outro] Look at me, look at me I am the captain now, ha-ha-ha-ha Fuck is y'all niggas talkin' about, boy? Huh You only talkin' like that cause you don't respect your jaw Brooklyn forever, told y'all
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