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FABOLOUS lyrics
FABOLOUS lyrics
"Young 'n Lyrics"
Rainy Day Lyrics
If you're feelin' sad and blue And you don't know what to do Don't cry oh no The world has got you runnin' down Tears are all that can be found In your eyes mmhm In every life some rain must fall Though you feel your back is to the wall Close your eyes and put your cares away Don't cry My love Save it for
If you're feelin' sad and blue And you don't know what to do Don't cry oh no The world has got you runnin' down Tears are all that can be found In your eyes mmhm In every life some rain must fall Though you feel your back is to the wall Close your eyes and put your cares away Don't cry My love Save it for
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
[Verse 1]
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn don
Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials aquit those
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt<
La Parranda Lyrics
Van llegando They are arriving La fiesta va a comenzar The party is about to begin Esta noche la parranda Tonight is the big party No tiene como acabar It has no end Ya se escuchan Now they are listening to Las notas The notes Del acordeon Of the accordian De gaitas
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Van llegando They are arriving La fiesta va a comenzar The party is about to begin Esta noche la parranda Tonight is the big party No tiene como acabar It has no end Ya se escuchan Now they are listening to Las notas The notes Del acordeon Of the accordian De gaitas
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 2]
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B
There Aint Nothin Wrong With the Radio Lyrics
She's been staring out the window four nights in a row Like a caged up tiger, she's pacing the floor Oh, the night is young and the moon is full And she just can't resist when she feels the pull She's got a restless spirit that she can't control And when she gets like this, I gotta let her go Chorus: She hears the call of the wild every once in awhile
O-L-O-U-SShe's been staring out the window four nights in a row Like a caged up tiger, she's pacing the floor Oh, the night is young and the moon is full And she just can't resist when she feels the pull She's got a restless spirit that she can't control And when she gets like this, I gotta let her go Chorus: She hears the call of the wild every once in awhile
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pies too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 3]
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'l
Rich Girl Lyrics
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na [2x] If I was a rich girl (na, na....) See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl Think what
throwin on them gritty mugs for whoNa, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na [2x] If I was a rich girl (na, na....) See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl Think what
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the uz'
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)