Lyrics of Freestyle

Fabolous

(fabolous:)
Yeah
Fabolous
Brooklyn
How real is that?
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s-

(verse 1: fabolous)
The games over i'm fed
Hop out the range rover with led
Inf on it so i won't aim over ya head
Ya'll niggas that give my name over to feds
I dump slugs in ya pull ya chain over ya head
I could hire trained soldiers instead
Cause i rather flip shit call a dame over for head
Sip gin 'tiil i wake with hang overs in bed
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s-
The skinny hard fellow
That brainwashed ghettos
With nickels of crack the size of marshmellows
Cops heard this heard that
I come through where i purchased birds at
Fur this fur that
Let me find out you givin' words to the dees
I push ya top back like
Going to guadalupe just to splurge a few gees
Ya'll want birds and hoochies
I want birds and cuties
Guess i'm a lucky guy
All i stay is ducky high
Next day in the rover tryin' to suck me dry
Throw 20s on me truck me bye
Unless they crack the dash they ain't tryin' to hold me suck
These thighs motherfucker