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walk like it, talk like it - fabolous lyrics

[ransom:]
yeah yeah yeah yeah!
yeah yeah yeah yeah!
[dj clue:]
ransom, stack bundles, fabolous
[ransom:]
yeah yeah yeah yeah!
[dj clue:]
come on!

[ransom:]
ma’ you still playin around
on the couch, layin around
the money prob’ly why you stayin around
or could it be i’m layin it down
but i ain’t stupid or naive
i know what turn your face to a frown:
no cash, no ice, no lacin you down
no jags, no bikes, no blazin the town
don’t ask no price, you ain’t breakin me down
i’ve been an -ssh0l-! why you start hatin me now?
i ain’t never spent a cake on a clown
in your bedrooms scr-pin it down
the bed shakin the ground
all of a sudden you’re fakin it now
tellin your friends i was weak
and you was never makin a sound
i’m a king, you can tell by the shape of the crown
i can sling, ain’t no bird-brain makin me drown
got br-ss so they’re chasin me now
when i see ’em they get a hug
and i ain’t seen shakin a pound

(chorus)
now if he walks like it and talks like and wh0r-s like it
then most likely the n-gga’s a p-iiimp
and if he boss-type in his porsche dual exhaust pipe
and he getting kitted, the lady’s a ch-aaamp

[stack bundles:]
look, i’m the colonel when it comes to these chickens
i’m like ernie when it comes to these berts (birds)
i move weight like curves
keep your y-3’s under the perps
i’m so hood but i keep a bougie b-tch from the burbs
when i get up, i got a b-tch
i honest gotta b-tch
i just low with 16 like stojaković
back hand mean, i won’t hesi’ to pop a b-tch
give her one more chance, i’m on the “d-ck-poppin” sh-t
it’s okay! no, i’m sorry, i’m just poppin sh-t
i don’t do them wrong, at least not on the first night
i let them taste it when they don’t even deserve like
then leave with at least two or more on my worst night

[fabolous:]
you want a n-gga to meet the parents
then you better call ben stiller, miss
hammer ain’t got nothin on the way i spend skrilla, miss
i’m rich on that: “maybe chinchilla this!”
make the diamonds talk for me like a ventriloquist
my chain sayin: “b-tch i know you tryina hang
we can link up and get into all kind of things”
my watch say: “no need to be embarr-ssed
you know what time it is: quarter past a hundred carats.”
they believe in a god. i get’em to their true religion
teasin them with bread but truthfully i’m through with pigeons
now i leave them in a coop on the roof top
then fly through in the new coupe with the roof dropped
i ain’t wanna prolongue on
tryina slow song john
put mine until ‘so goin on – one
and please don’t jump to -ssume
if we hump in the room
the next morning we’ll be jumpin the broom
better find another chump for your broom
cause baby i’m a player till i’m slumped in a tomb
and yo, i got a slow stroke
that’ll get a law broke
hit’em like drow smoke
mixed with the raw c0ke
the way the flow spoke
have a girl’s drawers soaked
n-gga this is no joke
how i have them wh0r-s broke
payin for attention
i’m sorta like a gigolo
call me fab schneider – a young bigalow
(n-ggas know)

(chorus)
now if he walks like it and talks like and wh0r-s like it
then most likely the n-gga’s a p-iiimp
and if he boss-type in his porsche dual exhaust pipe
and getting kitted the lady’s a ch-aaamp

[fabolous talking:]
n-ggas know me, man
tell your b-tch i said “hi”, man
don’t have me picking up my phone and sh-t
it’s cool, though, i’ma see her
hahaha yeah
ran
stack
loso
street fidda didda [gang]
desert storm
18
ryu squad
ey hoes need to get familiar with that, man

[dj clue:] ha ha! yeah!
-whispered- desert storm!

- fabolous lyrics

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