Lyrics:
your life, took care of that
When you fuckin' with the gold chains on you hear that
Bling, bling, every time I hit it from the back
Bling, bling, fuck
Duo thing likka collabin
Bram on the Brampton Cost like Collaborating
Make a love shit frustrated on ma fab bin
(Yeah champagne on the fab bin drop
we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous]
I like my ladies
Cha ching cha ching
Ba bling ba bling
Yeah I'm wearing all my rings
And they don't cost a thing
Cha ching cha ching
Ba bling ba bling
You can call
Only after bags
Pay me cash
Make me rich, no rags
Never pay a tab
Do the math
Wanna be living fab
Papi needing green
Make you cream for it
Baby,
exclusively
Say you'll be my baby
[Verse 3: Fab]
My baby's the only one I bring to the villa
That can get the bling and the scrilla
Girl, I know you
stuff
Got a few things
Got a few rings
Just a lil bling
Ya girl still sing
When I come 'round, Big Tigger puttin it down
Uh, never holdin the Fo' pound
I
Got a fab new coat and some new materials
Selling a few things to make you feel ethereal
So legit now, like super cereal
Pills for your brain, and for
seh mi nah joke
Dutty mind you nuh see yuh want fab soap
Wash out yuh brain
Wa- wa- wash out yuh brain
Yuh mind dutty dutty, till it stain
Me a wonder
it's yo' thang
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, glistening, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, oh no, well kiss my ass
who hated (hey)
You only made us more creative (ow)
Misdemeanor, uh
You don't want to speak my name
Mess around, get that ass blown away
who hated (hey)
You only made us more creative (ow)
Misdemeanor, uh
You don't want to speak my name
Mess around, get that ass blown away
(king) , rocking bling echt (bling bling)
Die lederjacke
(leather) ist aus Echtleder (leather leather)
Deine Fake lederjacke trägt schon echt jeder
(burr)
your hands up
Lo-so, mo' betta (mo' betta), mo' cheddar (mo' cheddar)
I do the rolls; I am not a mo wetta
Challenge me with the bling - these niggas
tryna do the ghost, crazy how I'll do her throat
Have her gagging and spitting up, face fucking with my bling on
Fab and Chris shit she wildin' wildin',
I'm down now
Four more of me would make a fucking fab five now
No Chris Webbers' 'cause in life it aint no timeouts
I could go on for days but imma let
dummy안에 우린
빛이 bling bling
내 여자 내 친구들 원해 cash cash
너넨 덫에 걸려버린 쥐시키
gang gang gang
puffin 형제들은 FAB
누가 누구 더러 되려 걱정이니
네 여자친구 현금이 내 주머니
누가 누구 더러 되려 걱정이니
네 여자친구
white
I be turnt all night
Backwoodz in my denims
Lil bitchh
Race car vroom vroom
M3 im speedinnn
No this aint a rental
Lil bitch
Bling bling
Ching
Eddie, baby, I just saw Steve, he's crying his eyes out with Dustin, their playing D&D
Cause I know when a hotline bling, that could only mean one
suckas mad
Stay cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make
I'll like
And I mean anything
I plan to give you many rings
Look and I don't mean phonecalls
I mean any bling anything
You want I'll try to make it
your hands up
Lo-so, mo' betta (mo' betta), mo' cheddar (mo' cheddar)
I do the rolls; I am not a mo wetta
Challenge me with the bling - these niggas
hands up
Loso, mo? betta, mo? chetta
I do da rose, I am not a moeta
Challenge me with the bling, these n*** know betta
The wings are as big as the logo
a fan called Mark
Extinguished another creative spark
The day his music died
Lets say adios to Macca and the Boss
Who said Rolling Stones gather no moss?
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