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Fabolous

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Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside

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Lyrics: [Fabolous] Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants stay Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae 36 24 40 what her measure say Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does accounts Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind say In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch They find them niggas in a meat locker soon Have their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup ! [Chorus] Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi You never know it might just be your time to that ride Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide [Vado] Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high Shoot high, one in your calf like the boobie got Suit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die Haaa, Bright lights I vision House full of birds I'm like Mike Tys' with pigeons Wwhite mics religion if not ice and linen You gave me your word then that right price was giving Trend setters, Hamptons live better In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater Top floor gusevoir see me with bench pressers Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym never Like quarters got red orders Bags over bags stash house look like horters Avon home tell marlo these my corners Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters Only dimes keep on my time sheet Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopers Dont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching Politics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless women Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning Ducking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and Loso Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you'll be promo I'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand x My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I go Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go Pounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll [Chorus]
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