Young'n - Fabolous

Brooklyn, uh, uh, uh, uh

Huh, huh, uh, huh, do it huh, yea

Uh, uh, do it huh, huh, what y’all want huh

Rollin', gold two seater

Stash in the dash

Hold two heaters

Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters

Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs

Ballin', Brooklyn don

Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom

15 G’s hookers on

Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs

Hustlin', guys that send Po’s

'Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos

Blame me, I tried to hint hoes

Look at the hurt your eyes will squint closed

Pimpin' here’s a new way to flirt

Listen to the two way alert

It goes…

Let’s go VIP boo raise your skirt

Holla back Young’n (Hoooo-hoooo!)

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I’m Gangsta

Y’all just wannabes

Federal Agents on their P’s

30 a gram 28 on the keys

Gotta good lawyer I’m gonna squeeze

Thuggin' jeans and Tim’s

Fitted to the front lean the brim

Ride but never on teenage rims

And I keep a chick’s face between my limbs

Stylin' y’all heard about my kick game

I’m on the parkway, see me at the Knick game

Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame

Ridin' y’all know as well I do

That’s the way you can tell I flew

So I got a deal I sell pies too

'Cause before I hit the pens I’m gettin' bailed by Clue

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Cruisin' top on the Mercedes low

Turn us up when you hear this on the radio

Blastin' with the nineteen eighty flow

Make the necks on the ladies go (Wooo-wooop)

Holla that’s what a pretty thug will do

Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two

Y’all throwin' on them gritty mugs for who

Like y’all don’t know what fifty slugs will do

Hatin' I just bought the uz'

I put y’all in the front page articles

I got 'em lookin' at the billboard charts confused

And I still freestyle to start the Clue’s

Reppin' I’m that kid about the doe

I done copped coke and started droughts before

Shit Platinum out the door

Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes

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