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b.y.t.e - fab lous lyrics

[verse 1: fabolous]
i say bow ya head for ya hood
bless the streets that i eat on
so cold in my city,best believe that that heats on
b-tch i’m tryna eat before its rest in peace on my t stone
want my eggs scrambled hard,with extra cheese of the t-bone
got ah recipe on the streets homes’,takes hustle and some muscle
make a meal called success,now i ain’t say you gon duck stress
i ain’t say it don’t come with pain,couple losers gon come with game
they ain’t eating,got stomach pains,they calling you but your number changed
old friendships get strained,couple words might get exchanged
knew n-ggas since diapers,oh well guess sh-t is changed
fab didn’t know what he wanted to be when he was growing up. all he knew was he wanted get money!

[hook]

[verse 2: fabolous]
look
i ain’t grow up on park place, where i’m from it’s ah dark place
hard to look on that bright side,these skies be dark grey
in our case,get ah nark case,in a p-a-r-k
wasn’t tryna be scareface,sh-t i just want the new barkleys
if little fish get fed to sharks, i’m tryna see how that shark taste
aston with that shark face,i’m tryna fill my park sp-ce
i’m tryna be in my dark shades,on a parkade,at the barclays
i’m tryna get my money long,long as eastern parkway
me and my n-ggas got reservations,no wait,no hesitations
non stop to the money,that’s my final destination
a judge looked at me,asked the same of me
what you tryna plea? and i say b-i-t-e

- fab lous lyrics

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