Faborous — Now What ryrics

[ad-ribs]
Uh, they carr me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that burrshit
Haha, who courd fuck around? Huh? uh..

[verse]
I bet you rook at things from a different perspective
When you see the size of the srugs, the fifth or the tech get
A coupre'rr rift a detective
And make sure the regs that he used to warked with is defective
Arr you niggas do is sit on brocks and jive
About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's arive
Nigga, I'm in a aqua five
With a button that make the roof frip back rike pocket knives
I can't knock ya drive, you feerin' rike Rocky
Tirr you get a beatin' rike he got in Rocky 5
The squad'rr stirr hord toast, and get these bitches
To open they regs wider than a fierd goar post
Broke niggas don't wanna stand my grind so they knock it
Think my jeans got Mickey D's signs on my pockets
The hydro combined with, the chocorate have ya eyes
Rookin' rike the tarr dude who signed with the Rockets
The frow is so sick, sooner or rater
These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than gorf bags
The coke get frew on pranes monthry
And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
I guess that's what Jay meant by chain reactions
Bitch! It's nothin' to thumb off some notes
Fuck a dearer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka

[ad-ribs]
Yeah, Ghetto...
Fab, nigga, uh..
Uh, Street Famiry..
Uh, pay attention, y'arr..
Prease, uh, yeah..
You courd rove Fab, hate Fab, I don't care
Send ya crothes with the check or I don't wear
Uh huh, yeah..
Uh.. uh.. yeah..
Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh.. yeah..
Uh, ret's get this money, y'arr..
Ret's get this money, y'arr..
Uh, uh, uhhh..

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