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Fabolous

"I Be On That (Remix)"

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
Somebody tell the waitress bring some f*ckin' racks in
The stripper run into the pole when we back in
All gold Trinidad James on my Aston

[Hook x2: French Montana]
Its me ho, its me ho
Walk up in this b*tch, I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
I be on that, I be on that
I be on that, I be on that

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Okay, I walk up in this b*tch
I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
Pay your car note or get some money for that weave ho
Forty-five hundred blow it there go double C's ho
Michael throw birkin bag if you tell me please ho
She gon' make that ass clap
Pop that for a real n*gga
I'm gon' throw that cash back, drop that on them real b*tches
Murder on that pus*y ho
I can't lie I kill b*tches
You gon' get like every back end
Ain't true if I deal with you
Young n*gga ballin' like I f*ckin hit the lottery
You just want the money shorty
You ain't gotta lie to me
All these n*gga hatin' on me
Know they wanna body me
Cause every time you see Meek Milly, I look like a robbery

[Hook]

[Verse 2: UC Briganté]
Hol' Up...I feel like I'm 2pac
Griselda Blanco the beat, im talking two shots
Somebody call the coroner now
Cause its about to go down
When I kill the sh*t like this
I know you know who I be
My tongue is an automatic I spit and im bustin clips
That's why she want me to put my name on it, name on it
Spit some game and then I aimed on it, then camed on it
I'm all about my mula
All you boys are putas
All my boys are shooters, that's just how we grew up
They say, you will not enter paradise
Until you love for your brother what you love for yourself
That's why im giving fatoush like all of my girls
If i take you out then i gotta take you down
She said take me somewhere nice, so i took that b*tch to bankstown

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Walk up in this b*tch, I f*ck sh*t up then I leave ho
Back on my old sh*t, tell them n*ggas breathe ho
Cuban on my collar thats a Rollie on my sleeve ho
They be swagger jackin taking styles n*ggas thieves ho
I f*ck then I heave ho
Killed that sh*t now grieve ho
And dont expect no gifts tomorrow, this ain't Christmas Eve ho
I tell her like them pens we gon' get rich you just better believe ho
I make them gator bags and minked coat pet peeve ho
I guess thats just me ho
Asian chick named me-ho
Do her sh*t, do my b*tch then you come do me ho
I be on that, representin' where you be born at
Real n*ggas can't beat em, gotta join that
Where my joint at?

[Hook]

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