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"Trapline Bling"
(feat. Josh K)

"Trapline Bling"
(feat. Josh K)



[Josh K:]
You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city you
You got a new connect now
Say you got that work and you got pounds now
I see you charged up cause you the plug now
Ever since I left the city you
Started getting money, now you got hoes
Spending hella bands ant the new store
Hanging with some lames I've never seen before

You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
(Trapline bling)
That can only mean one thing
(Mean one thing)

[Fabolous:]
When the pay callin, that's bae callin'
I played the field now I'm play callin'
In the old days it was Jays callin'
Now it's Lenny sayin Jay's callin'
And them some old hoe just hit this number
Want the wood, tryna get this lumber
Got me sounding like X in Belly
"How the fuck did you get this number?!"
Know these girls love a street mogul
That catch plays and eat noble
With the Balmains, knees ripped open
And the burnout, that flip open
Trap King, need a trap Queen
We call that trap royalty
If we lick together we'll be rich forever
Call that trap loyalty
So stay down, I'ma hit you back
Got one, tryna get two back
Whip a Benz, tryna get two back
Let a real nigga sit you back
Fly you in then get flew back
Got your ex tryna get you back
Grab the mic, tell that bitch move back
I would like to make a shout out to
All my hustlers out here that just love to grind
You gon' have to call me back another time
Bitch I got El Chapo on the other line
So only call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs

[Josh K:]
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing

Can you tell me somthin'?
Why all on my line
Tellin' me that I'm a liar
Thinking I'm out with these hoes
When I'm really at the studio
I'm out here in these streets risking my freedom just to
Give you a better future
Shawty I'm out trappin'
Which means I'm taking risks and prospering

You used to call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
Call me on my trap phone
Late night when you need those drugs
I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
Cause I know when that trapline bling
That can only mean one thing
You used to call me on my trap phone

[Fab:] Yo, I thought I told you not call me on this pohne, what's up?
[Girl:] These fuckin' niggas violated me man, they put they're in my pussy
[Fab:] What niggas? What happened? What happened?
[Girl:] Fuck these niggas, just come fuckin; get me, just come, just come fuckin' get me
 
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"Unfuckwitable"
(feat. Red Cafe)

"Unfuckwitable"
(feat. Red Cafe)



Yeah
What up
(say what nigga)
Lets go
Aaahh

[Hook:]
All the bitches say unfuckwitable
And real niggas say unfuckwitable
24/7 365 how the game dead, when I'm still alive [x2]

[Red Cafe:]
Hold up
I'm hotter than a fugitive
Americas most wanted that's swag lucadive[?]
Unfuckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that G talk, living like a general
10 bottles in the club, sound like the minimum
My niggas some killers for real, I'm talking federal [?]
If its fuck you, then fuck you
Never no subliminal
Stacking ones everyday, active criminal
Me and 20 million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you something pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga
After they fuck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love
Thats for them sucker niggas
Let him be your man I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sun up, hustle til its sun down
Bullshit aside I'm realest killer in town
Host of niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Got'a bad bitch riding shotty when the top let down (now look)
As a young boy I use to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like shine [?] I still got hoop dreams

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, lets just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, words to incidental [?]
And guess who opened the doors you niggas entered in through
Y'all will never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second year high schooler
My nigga HOV told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
"unfuckwitable," we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the "not fucking around crew"
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our Debo on
When you touch down, bow down get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the streets, don't say it in your Tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook]
 
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"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[Intro: Fabolous]
Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

[Hook: Fabolous]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
Uh..
 
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"Vanilla"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan x Konshens)

"Vanilla"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan x Konshens)



Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, Fab
What we do?
We do what we wanna
Rich Homie Tell 'em

[Fabolous & Rich Homie Quan:]
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
No more paying the Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Bad little chick name was Bella
Finer than wine in the cellar
Spin on her like a propeller
Fuck is you niggas gon' tell her?
Niggas all talk, acapella
That ain't your money bank, tell her
That ain't your money, bank tell her
Believe everything that I tell
My baby momma name is [?]
She swallow my seeds, watermelon
I got my groove back like I'm Stella
I ain't need a photo
But I got a whole lotta money hidden in this motherfuckin' package
Pull up on a line with 3 hoes with me like my name James Harden
And anywhere you see me
If you ever tryna see me just know I got them rockets
Never gonna stop, gotta get my guap
Won't let no Dwight Howard block it
She got the heart of a lion
I got the heart like I'm Simba
My heart is cold as December
Quan, do you remember? (when I, when I...)

Got my groove back like I'm StellaNo [?] Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

Don't think this iPhone was stylin'
Gold on my chest like a medal
You keep it 50, boy I keep it 3 numbers just like a 100 or better
If she get all up boy, I mail 'em
Balmain, [?] Margielas
I passed the class, I did not fail it
I don't even know what to tell her
Listen, I know that shorty take diggin' it
I know that I'mma six figure it
I know that if we keep winnin' these niggas gon' think that we riggin' it
Load it, and cock it, and trigger it
Bang, bang, bang
Three of my niggas, that's gang, gang, gang
Three on my neck, that's a chain, chain, chain
Ride in the back of that May, May, May
Whip on these niggas like Nae, Nae, Nae
Hop out that bitch like, "What the fuck did you say?"
Send you right to your maker
Fuck on that bitch while I'm on the D'usse
After that light the Jamaican

Got my groove back like I'm StellaNo [?] Margiela
She suck on the chocolate
After they told that lil bitch to swallow my vanilla
Got my groove back like I'm Stella
Versace, my chick Donatella
I got me some chocolate
I got butter pecan, I'm 'bout to go scoop some vanilla

[Konshens:]
Yow, yuh move too fast nuh, slow dung
Oh yuh say dancehall
Yow, I got my groove back like I'm Stella
Any bwoy diss gon' meet my Beretta
Diss me or one of my breddas
You and your entire squad dead together
Ay, di gyal dem a say we a di man dem
Weh dem want fi put fuck pon dem
Boy, this one o' my gun dem
Lose it, it a go be a bloodclatt problem
New York, all a di block dem
Yaad man dem, bad from when
Rich Homie Quan and Fab, dem
Roll out di drop then tek way di gyal dem
From then, di bwoy dem fear we, dem a fairy
Lickle baby, can't walk near we
Mathematics we a check daily, we hot clearly
Dem gyal see we and a scream like Mariah Carey
Get my groove back and dem nuh love dat
New form pretty like a Curry jumpshot
Semi-automatic clips inna full stock
But real gangster nuh leff di ratchet bruk back
When this drop, BOOM! watch it kick back
Gyal dem inna big flock, line up like when Jordan kicks drop
Dem man like big chat, but we nuh dig chat
A nuh conference (no, tell dem a bloodclatt Konshens)

[Girl:] I thought we was going out, what is this? What are we doing here?
[Fab:] I mean, nah this is a show, they said it's for narcos, everybody talkin' about it, they said it's
[Girl:] Narcos?
[Fab:] Yeah, Narcos
[Girl:] What you mean Narcos?
[Fab:] The Pablo Escobar story, they said it's crazy, everybody said it's crazy, I wanted to see it so, know what I mean?
[Girl:] You tryna Netflix and chill me?
[Fab:] Ain't nobody tryna Netflix and chill you, like, like damn, like watch it with me real quick
 
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"Want You Back"
(feat. Joe Budden & Teyana Taylor)

"Want You Back"
(feat. Joe Budden & Teyana Taylor)



[Verse 1: Fabolous]
The Karma of fucking over a good perosn
Is the asshole you end up with
Get a taste of your own medicine
Funny, you the one who end up sick
Always took you back, even though it made my friends upset
Told me I should blow you off, haven't got that wind up, yet
Know how many days I've hurt, many nights I've been up stressed
Though that we had been in love, maybe I've just been obsessed
When you crossed me, you lost me
Now if I was Guarding derrick rose
I would be more understanding but you ain't derrick rose
You was my number one, but you uhmm, you ain't derrick rose
You try to make a point again, you ain't derrick rose
You just on some bullshit, bitch, you ain't derrick rose
I'm a lover and a fighter, fight for what I love
But you made something of, bitches I think nothing of
Ask myself why I fight when it's long been over
God gives the hardest battles to the strongest soldiers
So I fight for us, as long as there is reason to
You wanted to give up on us as long as there is season two
Cool, you're gonna need me one day
And if it's Sunday, that one day gonna be Monday
That's how fast things change sometimes
Niggas play the tough road, I fail rain sometimes
Like, like, like I don't want that bitch back
I mean, I want her, but I don't want the bitch back
She said she want him, but she don't want that nigga back
That niggea act like I ain't have a nigga back

[Hook:]
You're gonna need me someday
You're gonna want me back in your heart

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me start wtih with 'I love you', I think that we have the power to grow
But it gave up, but it ain't no coward in Joe
Funny thing about it all is you checked my Twitter every hour or so
And then you bring this fake shit to our reality show
Been however many years looking for devotion, it's weird
Your feelings but I put them into motion
I Dictate the what's and why's, the how and when
You ain't learn to separate your now from then
I keep my distance, 'cause when I'm near, my head is hurting
Exhausted every road to friendship, but it's never working
Me, I met the sweetest girl, you know ya'll met in person
Bottom line I made you then made a better version
I tried to give you good advice, but you ain't eat it
Must've figured you ain't need it, but all I can do is seed it
Told you you're gonna fuck around and end up sick
You chose dick from this nigga off the New York Knicks
You're so spiteful, that ain't the way we act
That cock was inserted in you, how could it pay me back?
I know you said when we were over you'llstart aiming bigger
But you can't have anonymity with famous niggas
I know you're thinking my happiness is a front
How would you ever know? Happiness is what you want
So unidentifiable in that harm it never let up
You fucked me real good, but karma fucked you better

[Hook:]
You're gonna need me one day
You're gonna want me back in your heart

[Teyana Taylor:]
You never miss a good thing till it leave you
Finally I realize I don't need you
You want me back, you know you're gonna need me back
Gotta have me back, yeah
Heartbroken when you left my world
Boy, you know you should've kept this girl, I was there for you
Now I don't know what you gonna do without me, baby
That was the last thing I said to you
I notice you know it's dead end with you

[Hook:]
You're gonna want me back, you're gonna want me back
You're gonna want me back
You're gonna need me one day
You're gonna want me back in your heart
 
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"We Do This Shit"

"We Do This Shit"


[Fabolous (Drama)]
Dram', y'knahmean?
I do this mixtape shit, y'knahmean?
(Yeah, of course my nigga, I see you)
Like this is where I started from
(Nah nigga I remember, I was watchin!)
I started, takin niggaz beats
and beatin they fuckin beats up, y'knahmean?
(Early!) Slappin they beats upside the head
Givin niggaz' instrumentals black eyes and shit
That's what I came from, y'know?
(I'm start makin these niggaz call me Papa Dram')
So this ain't, this this ain't really new for me Dram'
But this this the first time I come down here
fuckin wit'cha it's a pleasure my nigga
(Well yeah man, good lookin!)
Appreciate all the love (I'm gettin it)
Appreciate all my niggaz from the South that show ya boy love
When we come through the town, y'knahmean?
I ain't from the South, I'm a New York nigga
So I come down niggaz show me love
I appreciate the shit greatly nigga
and I show the same love when niggaz come to my town nigga
 
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"We Don't Give A"

"We Don't Give A"


sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know

[Verse 1]
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer

[Chorus]
Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!

[Verse 2]
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
for niggaz who supposed to be drama
I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin like candles
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
I still got love for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
and gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We dont give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you live its luck nigga

[Chorus]
 
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"We Get High"

"We Get High"



When I start to care
Then I find there is no one there
But I think of you and I know
We are something new
We get higher and higher
Crazy blue, like St Elmo's Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmo's Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmo's Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at
We get high

Stimulate your mind girl
It's Friday
You ain't got shit to do
I put you on some real shit
If ain't scared to take a hit or two
Stay away from that Reggie
Can't deal with them middle men
Who gives a fuck if he keep em clean
You can't ride on them Lil tens
They say they got, they don't got
They don't seem to feel no guilt
Got peanut butter but no jelly
Got cereal but no milk
Where I'm from that's a half ass nigga
Half of the time
O' half past nigga
Mad cause they can't get down with the team
Still sitting at the end of the draft ass nigga
Getting high means low life's
Dead the chumps give them no life
Cut em loose
Keep yo knife
Don't meet a hoe
And make her yo wife
Don't make a hoe yo husband either
How to win a game and you playing with a cheater
I be tellin em you can't change niggas
Better off keepin that change for the meter

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmos Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmos Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at
We get high

How high, how high
Just came from the OG man
My eyes so red man
that M E T H O D man
I'm talking bout pimpin
Been since pimpin
Since been pimpin
Uh
I'm talkin bout go near another mother fucka
Saying that nay nother
Uh
Tell em no more Mr. Nice Guy
You hoes way past half bake
If I got pay to hear chicks lie
Would of made more cheese than Kraft make
And these niggas be actin up
Rih Rih must be serious
Wonder what the shit hitting for
Real niggas is curious
These niggas stuck on my old joint
Already know how the high feels
Let a chick know she is not low
Even though she in high heels
6 Hunded for the gas
That ain't nothing but a high bill
Bitch don't be a high kill
Cause you know over here

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmo's Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St Elmo's Fire
Love is so sharp and flat
That its hard to know just where you at

We get high
 
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"We Good"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"We Good"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)



[Rich Homie Quan:]
We good, we good
Fab, R-H-Q

[Chorus - Rich Homie Quan:]
Been a couple years since a nigga got put on
Say ya boy starvin', he outta here, he gone
There ain't much that you can do that I can't do for me
I already got my team
I tell 'em we good, we good, we good, we good
All of my niggas from the hood
I tell 'em we good, we good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good

Ay, you wasn't there when we needed your help so we good (so we good)
They wouldn't do it, I did it myself now we good (now we good)
Sorry my nigga can't buy what you sellin', we good (sorry, my nigga)
I heard that my ex askin' 'bout me, just tell her we good
Uhh, pourin' some D'usse inside of my cup and some OJ inside a B-wood
Uhh, blowin' on hookah, some good girls is here but I swear they not here to be good
Uhh, that boy from Brooklyn, they want what he cookin', they heard that his recipe good
Uhh, horoscope say that we bad for each other, but the sex'll be good
Get with the Scorpio I'm gettin' more Fritos, they gettin' chips but I'm gettin' Doritos
'Bout to get more Cheetos, I get you wet have you bustin' like torpedoes
You came three times you trying to four-peat though?
She said "We good, nigga you try to kill me?", "I'm tryin' to make sure you good, do you feel me?"
Knock on that nigga and tell him you good, when he said "Come over" tell him you would
But see the way that my shit is set up, you in the bed and you cannot get up
Focus on you homie, get your bread up, things will get easier keep your head up
She with the game now she throw the set up and she fuckin' me good and she make the bed up
So we good, we good

[Chorus]

We good on you niggas, don't gotta wish cause we would on you niggas (huh)
Back in the day we was good little niggas (huh) y'all must of thought that we wouldn't get bigger (what?!)
Y'all must of thought that we wouldn't get money (heh) shit we a good seven figures
Give us a shot and we pullin' the trigger and pull up on niggas like skrrt!
Pull up with bitches like her, full of chinchilla the fur, bulletproof everything sir
You know them haters be tryin' to take shots (bow!) they on the bench and they tryin' to take spots (bow!)
Them niggas ice cold that you tryin' to make hot (huh) them bitches ain't real when you find 'em they thots (huh)
The feeling, we good on that fake shit (yeah) we out here tryin' to stay far from it
We know 'bout the bottom, we all from it, we in the hood but you ball from it
Did it my way not like y'all done it then I just wait and Lacoste them
I did it flyer while y'all bummin' (woo!) this shit ain't hard for me (easy)
Too many flavors to do on these haters but do me a favor don’t do me no favors
We good, we good

[Chorus]
 
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"We Here"
(feat. T-Pain)

"We Here"
(feat. T-Pain)



[Fabolous:]
Sometimes I just look em in the eyes and say, we here

[Hook - T-Pain:]
Take the good, the bad, all we had
We here, we here, we here, we here
We laugh, we cry, we gon' defy
We here, we here, we here, we here (Put em up)
Yeah we here, we here we here, we here we here
We here, we here we here, we here we here

[Fabolous:]
Always in attendence, even when I'm absent
Haters see you present, try to leave a nigga absent
Fishes on my ride, kleenex golds, that's in the cabinet
Shorty in my ride but she should be in a pageant
Hello this is Erica, should be miss America
We be in them foreign cars that make you miss America
Probably wasn't meant to be, fuck it though, we here
How I feel mentally? Don't stay broke, repair
Make they note, [?] year, ain't no turnin' me down
I'm turnt up, we turnt up
Take it to another level, even when you at the top
That's that Kobe system, we going over the top

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
We here forever though, y'all here for never though
Hating is beneath me, I say that's the Devil yo
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven yo
All got our own cars, we ridin' together though
Shout out DJ Khaled, we the best currently
Money ain't shit, respect is the best currency (niiice)
Now you can cash that around the world
And you could flash that around a girl

[Fabolous:]
When you down, you can't go but one place
And that's up, and that's up, and that's up, and that's up
I done lost and got back, but we here and we like
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up

[Hook]

[T-Pain x2:]
You gon' be good, I'm gon' make sure of that
And I'm gon' be there where I should be at
You got me, whenever, whatever, whoever, I'm ready for you
You got me, however, now or never, baby I can't ignore ya

[Hook]
 
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