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don't jam - mistah fab lyrics

[verse 1:]
what it ain’t
i can but you can’t
i’m the man in the bank
without a fan i’m a fake
i’m hot, so hot, you need gloves to touch me
said i’m hot, so hot, yo hoe would love to f-ck me
she cash out, pimpin, and i cash in
old school gl-ss house, dude i be mashin
inspector gadget, i have it, i have it
go go fabby dab it been so long looks like its magic
boom shakalaka me beats be knockin
me b-gs out the window 18 is nothing
its nada, its nudget, no bigger than ruben
sorry for 2005, my n-gg-s was shootin
chop open what is about to close down
north oakland where i’m at but i’m headed east-down
lookin for some rippers and turn em into hookers
start off in the dumps but i end up in bookers

[chorus:]
enough with the raps, bring the hook right back
thizz face on! why you look like that?!
enough with the raps, bring the hook right back
thizz face on! why you look like that?!
i bet you i can make u say shab–balaboopy
what the h-ll it mean? i don’t know you bootsy
i bet u i can make u say shab–balaboopy
what the h-ll it mean? i don’t know you bootsy

[verse 2:]
the town is coming back
and, you don’t need to ask who brought it because you know the facts
fabby davis, the son of a pimp da man
thizz poster boy pimp, man imagine that
i, knock dimes that be founded in holly
rode through the ghost at the holler and holly
then i head to east had to stop on holly
police right behind me i ain’t trippin i’m cholly
i’m, super seck wit it, super cool (super cool),
coolin in my white tee, i’m doin the fu
in the middle of the flo goin stupid dumbo
wit a snow bunny hoe hair as long as repunzle
you ain’t knockin hoes, man what did ya come fo
don’t start nuthin, won’t be nuthin, my n-gg-s is gung-ho
i’m dolo, solo, jus like han
but still shock a n-gg- like my momma was conned

[verse 3:]
f-a-b, man where u get hook like that?
i ain’t never seen no jordan shoes that look like that
i ain’t never seen a scr-pe with a shush like that
u be 10 blocks away, i still hear where ya at
got yogos, tires i’m the one that they admire
i’m the truth you a liar i spit yoga fire
i’m the niiig, and that’s thizz my guise
and we giig so hard we should be on rise
t-h-i-z one mo z
it was close game but we won in o-t
we smashers and dashers
bostons and mashers
go hard in the paint like the label v–gr-
but it ain’t, its thizz, and its ran by kilo
that’s my big bro and all of us peoples
i’m fab bring heat like bezo
and i sh-t on you fab n-gg-s just like seagulls

- mistah fab lyrics

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