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Fabolous

"f*ck Wit Street Fam"

[Hook]
"I f*ck wit that street fam"

[DJ Drama shouting out Street Fam members]

[Fabolous]
I tell it like it is, motherf*ck how it was
The sh*t a coward does won't f*ck up my sour buzz (Nah)
I break em off shake em off thats just how I does (Wooh)
I'm clean so I lean, like the Piza Tower does...
I'm on my fidadida fly sh*t (fly sh*t)
Look hoe you won't, n*gga don't try sh*t
Back from the future, on sum party mcfly sh*t (yes)
The doors go up and lord knows i'd sh*t
On these lame n*ggas (lame n*ggas)
On these punk b*tches (punk b*tches)
You don't want to see me reaching where that trunk switch is (nah)
We in the club with the black and white skunk riches (yes)
I'm matching head to toe down to my dunk stitches (yes)
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk b*tches
If not, walk it out like unk, b*tches (b*tches)
Two step ya ass on
You missed a knock opportunity to pass on

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You want to hate us? take a number and get in line (line)
These n*ggas start throwing shade when you getting shine (shine)
And i'm getting mine (mine), like Southern Cal
Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style (wooh)
Aks my mama, i came out the oven wild (yes)
My flow is city slick, slowed down southern style (yes)
Two fingers up, two fingers down (what's up)
If you like your chick, n*gga don't bring her round (ok ok ok ok)
The bob barker king in town
If the price is right yeah I'm a bring her down (ok ok ok ok)
Baby come on down, wait
Let me tell the driver come on round, hate
Where they do that? everywhere we be at baby
Brooklyn new york, now you know where we at baby
Come and f*ck with us, n*gga we love to bang
Fididida boys, aka the studder gang

[Hook]

[DJ Drama shoutouts]

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