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Fabolous

Ain't Nuthin Ta Fuck Wit Freestyle

 

Ain't Nuthin Ta Fuck Wit Freestyle

(album: Friday Night Freestyles - 2015)


[DJ Clue:]
Yeah, live from the 718, the World Famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that boy Fabolous
Friday Night Freestyles
You know how we get down
Stupid

Yo, two things fam I ain't nuthing ta fuck wit'
My crew ain't playing and we ain't for the fuck shit
I'm riding wit whoever that I hop out the truck wit'
Sliding with the sticks on some slap-in-the-puck shit
No hockey, just riders, no jockey
Chinese food, less beef, more broccoli
My fortune cookie said stay humble, flow cocky
Call the jeweler A$AP, time to go Rocky
My chain glisten, bright enough to change vision
Shortie see I'm everything that these lames isn't
Told you I could take your bitch, you ain't listen
I heard the friend zone feel like you in Bane prison
Fly little joint, her weave just hang different
Bought her that Malaysia, she went plane missing
I put her in that fast lane no more lane switching
Told her keep curving them niggas don't change pitches
Benchriders, coming in the game dissing
Fame fishing, tryna-get-a-name mission
My team gon rush you niggas, we came blitzing
My boy got that AK wit' him he came swizzing
I bang vixens, main chicks and game kicks in
Hit it and fall back on em, game sixing
Keep them broke bitches away, we ain't fixing
You chasing baby? I'm straight, ain't mixin'!
Dusse straight up, cause dues say paid up
It's go time Rugs, fuck who say wait up
You in ATL, then my crew may skate up
Like T.I. flick, handle B.I. quick
All my niggas bring em home, R.B.I. chicks
All you niggas talk to the FBI Quick, rats
Sprinter full of Splinters
I was gettin paper like a printer through the winter
Weather break I might get the Bent or the Aventa
Dor, more, adventures of a center
Big nigga balling, big figures calling
She hooked on me, she a big-dick-a-holic
Tryna stay above water that's just some duck shit
Tryna stash a hundred mil, keep it a buck shit
We stay winning baby this ain't no luck shit
Rest of these niggas ain't nothing to fuck wit

[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Fabolous, that Street Fam
Oh yeah!

done

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