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$hort (Mistah F.A.B.)]
Man fuck yo' mama that punk ass bitch
(Nigga what you say?) She ain't nothin' but a bitch
Nigga fuck yo' mama that punk ass
[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns
of the party
(Every time I blow up)

[Mistah F.A.B.]
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me
defiant
My music turn midgets to giants, just try it
Go crazy, riot, Grouch and Zion
Mistah F.A.B. is who I am

Amp, hit 'em with a one
(Grouch, hit
(while now, uh)
And you already know what's on my mind (mind)
It's goin' down now (it's goin' down now?)
And I don't need no background music girl
I'll
a book entitled "Hoes I Knows"

Listen, Mistah Lawnge
What's up
Being that a brother such as yourself knows so
Many hoes
Why don't you tell me
Whats
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy

You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
long days
From bein' Fab, to looked at by dames the wrong way
They know where we came, from the name they call me
I already know what these lames is
the projects tremblin'
Ya know nothin' about lettin' a few strays go off
Ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
Shots'll fly by your head
Your
I’m holding it down for my dog
Mistah Fab, you feel me?
2 Chainz!

Off that Dirty Sprite 2, got me feeling like I’m Future
Got the Bay with me,
got the kind of touch that'll gimme the chills
I ask you 'cause I know you gonna gimme it real
It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple
the projects tremblin'
Ya know nothin' about lettin' a few strays go off
Ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
Shots'll fly by your head
Your
Just seen Snoopy Dog and Mistah F.A.B
Bobby V, tell'em where we at

It's black Hollywood
Where the stars are bright
We all get money, everything's
to this tune

Don't be sad, you'll be fab
Your prince will have rock-hard abs
Cheese souflee
Valentine's Day
Have some chicken fricassee
F-A-B
Maybe, baby, trying to say we
Don't feel right in the back of that, maybe
Yeah, and they want to convince me
That we don't look good
and beats by Los. 

Don't even play these niggas close.
Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you
Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you
everday, know why, why not?

Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna
alright (yeah)
'be	's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?
all my homeboys seen 'we all ride in a yellow submarine all the greats got stake in the city by the superpower the streets got meat never mind the early
with decisions
Least that's what I've been told

Up ahead a truck's carryin' a wide load
A pre-fab house cut in half
Cute little front door and two
rights for a lil' bit of fame

Get in bullshit fights for a lil' name
To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
Tell 'em you
And iIf they don't pay up by mornin best believe that you're dead
Playin wit your life like God but I don't care
Ain't gon let nobody stop me from bein
And iIf they don't pay up by mornin best believe that you're dead
Playin wit your life like God but I don't care
Ain't gon let nobody stop me from bein