Fabolous

[fox69]

"Lights Out (I Don't See Nobody)"

"Lights Out (I Don't See Nobody)"


[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Don't let make turn off your own switch
You couldn't see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]

[VERSE]
I walk up in the spot and see tonight we have a pack house
We all in the building and its rocking like a crack house
All the sexy women wearing dresses with their backs out
My neck is usually lit up but tonight we have a blackout
Call me Tom Edison cause I'm about to light up
My head is in the cloud
Feel like it just took a flight up
They tryin to slow me down like that syrup in them white cups
Clear that Imma bubble like you shoke a fucking sprite up
I don't see nobody but I aint going blind tho
I don't see nobody stoppin me from mine yo
We the money game
We throw up dollar signs hoe
My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe

[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Dont let make turn off your own switch
You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]

[VERSE]
Bottles of Rosae keeps finding its way to my section
And groups of pretty bitches with them light skin complexion
Told her Imma kill it and I use magnum protection
I just slide up in it baby thats lethal injection
I'm about that money
Pussy is what a fool chase
Hoes will have you tied up
Bitch I aint no shoe lace
Smirkin in my black shades
My bbm cool face but I will fix you niggaz
You'll make me get my tool case
I don't see nobody but it aint my vision
I see I'm what it is and you are what it isnt
Lights out niggas, assume the position
With my eyes close I see there is no competition

[CHORUS]
Its clap on, clap off in this bitch
Dont let make turn off your own switch
You couldnt see in the daytime with a flashlight
I got my cash right so..
I don't see nobody [8x]

 

[fox69]

"Lituation"

"Lituation"


Yeah... {"money, money, chain, situation"}
{"Money, money, chain, situation"}
Let's get it

[Chorus:]
My current situation a lituation
My current situation a lituation
Don't keep that money waitin', it get impatient
You niggas get to hatin', you get ovations
Bottles on the way, lituation
Models in the face, lituation
When I come around it goes down

{"Money, money, chain, situation"}

Yeah, it's a movie, get your Goobers, nigga
Yeah, it gets deep, get ya scuba, nigga
Uhh, I got the swipers in the gun shop
Yeah, I got the shooters in the uber nigga
Woo! Everything brand new, my nigga
Yeah, Lord Jamar, Grand Puba nigga
Uhh, they callin' me Fidel Castro/cash flow
Yeah, and the link come from Cuba, nigga
Woo! Team plastic like the ass shots
Plastic Glock 9 get ya ass shot
Dream Team, gold chain, match watch
And the bad bitches be the mascot
Yeah, got your BM in my BM nigga
Yeah, she got (Taken), word to Liam nigga
Ha! We ain't gotta be a hundred deep (huh)
I'd rather 10 lions than a hundred sheep (huh)

[Chorus]

{"Money, money, chain, situation"}

Yeah, this shit different, nigga
Yeah, I can't explain it's just different, nigga
Yeah, this is hood gettin' money rap
Yeah, this a million on a Giffy, nigga
Woo! This is stuntin' at the baby shower
Yeah, and it all came from baby powder
I buy her Rosé, you buy your lady flowers
Special thanks goes to the haze and sour
Respect brought the money than it gave me power
But sneak dissin' always been a fav of cowards
Aww, you don't wanna take it there
Where I'm from all they do is take it there
I came from no space wasn't safe
Now it's like no space in a safe
I do it (B.I.G) and light skin my new (Faith)
And we skip to my lou in that new Wraith, ahh!

[Chorus]

When I come around it goes down [3X]
Ay.. it goes down [2X]
...Lituation [3X]
When I come around it's a lituation

 

[fox69]

"Look At Her (You Be Killin' Em Pt. 2)"
(feat. Ne-Yo & Ryan Leslie)

"Look At Her (You Be Killin' Em Pt. 2)"
(feat. Ne-Yo & Ryan Leslie)



[R-Les:]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Fabolous:]
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I'm a let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I'm not gon' judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It's damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It's damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(So good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Ain't nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin' em
Girl you are

Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

[Fabolous:]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin' that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin' at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin' em
Ne-Yo bring the chorus bru...

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

[R-Les:]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin' em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin' em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

 

[fox69]

"Lord Knows"

"Lord Knows"



Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that’s what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won’t do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I’mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas’ mouths, I don’t know bout bitches’ purses
And what’s up with this, "I’m just sayin’" shit?
Fuck asked you? You shouldn’t be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks – you ain’t got it, then you shouldn’t be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking bout we get ‘em robbed -shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can’t find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
That Ray J shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can’t touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
And you don’t want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo’/outdo’
I ain’t one to put no info out, yo
You start shit, I end shit — intro/outro
You under the influence, I’m over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves’ lips
Don’t have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase-Qua, that’s the four-door ‘rati
My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that’s my four-door shotty
Sitting but I’m shitting, that’s my four-door potty
Ain’t too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version
And you don’t want to see me angry
You won’t like it when I’m angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

 

[fox69]

"Louis Vuitton"
(feat. J. Cole)

"Louis Vuitton"
(feat. J. Cole)



[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know she was going to back fire
But she act right, got baptized, stayed in the choir
But the thing she desired was a older nigga show her how to be a freak
A young girl is in heat, is deep
She sneaking out after loose, in the streets at night when the freaks are out
Butterfly tatt' on her back that she tried to hide until her father found the secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own in this vicious south
Years go by, now I got her in my room
And I'm thinking at the best way to kick her out

[Hook: Fabolous]
Cause all she ever talks about is Louie, Louie
All she ever talks about is Louis Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more

I said Louie, Louie, all she ever talk about is Louie, Louie
All she ever talk about is Louie Vuitton
And nigga, I can't fuck with her no more

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I told the bitch somebody stole my Rolli', she talking about me, too
I can't do with the brand new Louis bag, she talking about me, too
LA on my next flight and guess right, she sent me to
And everybody gonna miss me, too, goddamn be you
And if that is you, you're so shallow, you on a boat that won't travel
Won't float and won't paddle if I go broke it won't matter
This stupid ass shit shit don't make me, I have been poor won't break me
You're so caught up on material shit, we both know that you can't even get

[Hook: Fabolous]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
She's standing at the baggiage claim
First thought gotta bag this dame
Not knowing she was one of them check
With your bag is name types
Anyway, I'm happy that it came off the belt
Damier joint same as the belt
She look like she came on herself, shawty, you should be ashamed of yourself
I'm checking out her cute face, thin little waist line
She checking out my suitcase, like the bitch half canine
Could've took her number, that be like taking bad advice
When you look at her you're looking at a price
As I walked away, she said that's a nice

[Hook: J. Cole]

[Verse 4: Fabolous]
You know the once that are all for the laps on
Go for the champagne, don't care what you do
But you better do a damn thing if you wanna win the campaign
Cause her company just ain't cheap
What you probably ain't been
You can't keep a shallow bitch if your pockets ain't deep
So I try to be slick and reserve no dinner
Take you to the club, had to meet me at the bar
Let her walk in, people from afar, gotta let her know, can't keep her in the dark
Cause she will wanna tamp up if you let her, and I thought I knew better
Cause she say let me start with a double shot'
Hey, bartender, let me get a

[Hook: J. Cole]

 

[fox69]

"Lullaby"

"Lullaby"


La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

Let's go..

[Verse 1]
And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be,
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID.
And I get under niggas skin,
They should call me IV.
But if you try me nigger,
I will be your caller ID.
And that means I got your number.
Please don't make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me a solid.
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets,
'cos you can't see me.
Close eye-lids.
Huh, nitey nite.
I'm with a model chick.
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height,
Body suits, body tight.
Yeah.. I clean up nice.
Catch me on a tidy night,
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites.
Ok it's Loso,
Everybody knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new true-ies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new lueys.
The swaggers in his jeans,
He was born fly.
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly.
That Reggie Kush outta Southern Californiaaaa.

[Chorus]
La La La La La La La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby.

Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..

La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

[Verse 2]
Hush little lame niggas don't say a word,
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third.
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard.
She tried to pull my fly south,
I aint want the bird.
Because i been killin these hoes,
These niggas just drop dead.
In the drop head,
All we do is bop heads.
To the side,
Like Busta in the Pepsi add.
With my Columbiana mamma,
Yep she bad. (She Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had.
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had.
That's some good jaw.
Pop quiz,
Good score.
She call her pussy mediene,
That good raw.
For you little cheap fucks,
Hood whores.
You niggas soft in the middle,
Call them hood smalls.
Everybody on the block going cuckoo.
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo.
Birds poppin' out.
Sittin on the hood,
Check my bird droppings out.
Im shittin' on the hood.
Sleepin' time, niggas.
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas.
Its bed time.
Niceeeeee...

[Chorus]
La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La,
La.
La.
La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby. (La La La)

Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby.

 

[fox69]

"Ma' Be Easy"

"Ma' Be Easy"




Uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh uh
Uh oh, uh yeah, unh uh huh, whoa
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin, cheesein' and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icy I need freezers to stick 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
Most broads I done met
Ain't see a guy who spend a G on, Gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get
I stay in the P.J's, you thinkin' Brevoort I'm talkin' private jets, uh

[Chorus:]
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHING!

So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail
I saw that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is detail
In the head rests his t.v's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And let's be real
Catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills, gettin' Cris' re-fills
My wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been
Givin' me slow neck, and I don't even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend
'Cuz when it comes to knockin' 'em down, I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin, huh

[Chorus]

Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cuz I ain't givin' you any C-Notes
I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and somethin' wit two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin' sprees, I'm rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
I deal wit nothin' but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds, shufflin' your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffin' the Benz
Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link long view
(One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on you
Hope trickin' ain't one of the things you think John do
Cause that's the way you end up wit a drink on you, mami

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Make Me Better"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Make Me Better"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[INTRO: Ne-Yo, Fabolous]
Timbo.
Hey, Ne-Yo.
Say what? Lo-So.
Hey, hey.

[CHORUS (Ne-Yo):]
I'm a movement by myself.
But I'm a force when we're together.
Mami I'm good all by myself.
But baby you, you make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.

[Fabolous]
You plus me, it equals better math.
Ya boy a good look but, she my better half.
I'm already bossin', already flossin'.
But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep).
Keepin' me on my A game (what what what what).
Without havin' the same name (they they they they they).
They may flame (but but but but).
But shawty, we burn it up.
The sag in my swag, pep in my step.
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppes.
Yes it's a G thing, whenever we swing.
I'mma need Coretta Scott, if I'm gonna be King.

[CHORUS]

[Ne-Yo]
First thing's first, I does what I do.
But everything I am, she's my influ.
I'm already boss, I'm already fly.
But if I'm a star, she is the sky (ah ah ah).
And when I feel like I'm on top (she she she).
She give me reason to not stop (eh eh eh eh eh).
And though I'm hot (too too too).
Together we burn it up.

[Fabolous]
The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice.
When shawty come around, I clean up nice.
Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin.
Whoever don't like it, it's that man problem (eh eh eh).
And when I feel like I'm tired (ma ma ma).
Mami be takin' me higher (ah ah ah ah ah).
I'm on fire (but but but).
But shawty we burn it up.

[CHORUS]

[Voices]
Beside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down.

[Fabolous]
And she treats me like a Don, watches for the hit.
Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with.
The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip.
Show me how to move, that's why I never trip.
And baby girl, you're so major, they should front-page ya (front page ya).
God bless the parents who made you (who made you).
Middle fingered anybody who hate the,
Way that we burn it up.

[CHORUS]

[Fabolous speaking]
Yeah baby, them lames you playin' with.
They gonna put you down.
We tryin' to compliment you, you know?
Make it better.
Top-notch Tim.
Nice-look Ne-Yo.
Livin' good Lo-So.
They ask you how you doin' now, tell 'em better 'den them.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Make U Mine"
(feat. Mike Shorey)

"Make U Mine"
(feat. Mike Shorey)



[Fabolous]
Yeah, Uh
I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
But I ain't Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin'
For the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
"What's my name?" and they yell
F-A-B, OHH!
You shouldn't of even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex's now, nigga

[Mike Shorey]
I'm the fella that keep em yellin', and it's nothin to get em'
I don't sweat em', that's what I tell em'
And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em
I get them to forget the day that they met 'em
And I let 'em cause I can spend 'em
And it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin'
The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in
She won't tell the truth she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth it's the truth I'm speakin'

[Fabolous]
Any girl I gave it to, can't even go love another man
I give it to 'em like no other brother can
She say my man can barley move me
But boy you make me scream like a scary movie(ahhhhhhh)
On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas
And I proved that dude you messed with's a wanksta (Ohh)
Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie
And she ain't fuckin' wit you

[Mike Shorey]
It's a shame you lames
Can't even maintain ya dames
And it's insane the way that she gave me brain
My pimp game's the same don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it
Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man's a basic
See it all in his faces, he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet

[Fabolous]
Bet ya man can't do it like me
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keepin' you in check
Is buyin' you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I, get dome from her
When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle
Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah)

[Mike Shorey]
Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggaz hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
And I'm gettin' a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shorties our relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it

[Fabolous Talking]
That's right, we got the hang of it
Mike Shorey, Fabolous
Street Family, Desert Storm
I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine
You know? Haha, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Makin' Love"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Makin' Love"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
June 22, think I came in 20 seconds
I was watching honey peck it while she lay on tummy naked,
To the pase of the base and this cash money record,
She just drop, drop, drop, damn you manny fresh
But I got my thing together, told her she could bring whatever
Get some green, we could puff get the cream get the cuff
Baby even when I'm gentle, it might seem like its ruff
But if neighbors ain't complaining, you ain't screaming enough
And yeah they might hear as I'm slappin to the jewel
She said baby right there, do it rapid do it smooth
I said baby right where, kept tappin to the groove
She said nigga right there, imma slap you if you move

[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
Cant forget the feeling when you staring at the ceiling
And you cant catch your breath you just laying there chilling
Like 1 and then the 2,2 and then the 3,3 and then the 4
Damn I want some more
So I slam her to the floor, set the camera to record
Throw them legs up in the air, just like lamborghini doors
See we might have had some problems with the stamina before
Im no amature I'm sure, I cold ram into your sore
But I aint trying to hurt ya
Im jus trying to nuture
Them nigga just flurt to hit it and to hurt ya
What I'm throwin dity for, I'm trying to alert ya
But fuck that lay it down, let a nigga work ya

[Ne-Yo]
I told her ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess,don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Ne-Yo]
Do you tell me that you had enough
Imma slow it down and imma speed it up
And I will not stop
Do it to you like a dude that aint got no job
I aint got nowhere to be so I dont gotta leave
Get the itis in the sheets imma eat and go to sleep
Then we wake up in the b, everything you do to me
Imma turn and do to you,
And then imma black and blue that thing (dance for me)
I love the way you move that thing (so nasty)
I look and say ohh that thing
Make me wanna sing a song (anybody every seen a)
Make em wanna sing along

So listen baby ill be there in a minute,
She knew imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dress
Tonight we makin love
I told her lets stay home, she was with it
She know imma take it down soon as I get it,
U can leave your hair in a mess, dont even get dress
Tonight we makin love makin love

[Fabolous]
So I called baby girl up
And told her i fining to through there,
She like for want you ain't getting none
I said I ain't comin' to get none I'm coming to get some
She said you ain't going to get none unless you make love to me
I said make love what the fuck is that