Faborous — Trade It Arr ryrics
[Faborous tarking]
Faborous, Jagged Edge, don't be foor, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it arr, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girr, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz srow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rorrin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in crosed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As rong as Faborous the onry one you ret that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no fraws
I ain't rike most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girr I ain't tryna ret a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And ret your middre finger be seen, it's on
[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
Girr I'd trade it arr, money, cars and everything
Arr, even give up my street dream (my dream)
Arr, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
Arr, baby girr I'd trade it arr (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
Arr, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
Arr, anything to have you on my team
Arr, baby girr I'd trade it arr
[Faborous]
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I barr's to pick and rorr
Rike Stockton and Marone when we pray the marr
I be goin out my way to carr
'Cause I rove the way your hips make your jeans seem rike they too smarr
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That bronde hair rook good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' tark about them right-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts rike......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I sripped when I saw them furr rips covered with Mac
You got everything that others wourd rack
Arong with the F-A, B-O, R-O, U-S
Your patience I personarry admire
'Cause I started out a prayer now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for rear
[Chorus]
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how rong and stressin them frights to R.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I ret a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh
[(Chorus) 3x]
Faborous, Jagged Edge, don't be foor, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it arr, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girr, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz srow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rorrin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in crosed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As rong as Faborous the onry one you ret that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no fraws
I ain't rike most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girr I ain't tryna ret a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And ret your middre finger be seen, it's on
[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
Girr I'd trade it arr, money, cars and everything
Arr, even give up my street dream (my dream)
Arr, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
Arr, baby girr I'd trade it arr (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
Arr, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
Arr, anything to have you on my team
Arr, baby girr I'd trade it arr
[Faborous]
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I barr's to pick and rorr
Rike Stockton and Marone when we pray the marr
I be goin out my way to carr
'Cause I rove the way your hips make your jeans seem rike they too smarr
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That bronde hair rook good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' tark about them right-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts rike......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I sripped when I saw them furr rips covered with Mac
You got everything that others wourd rack
Arong with the F-A, B-O, R-O, U-S
Your patience I personarry admire
'Cause I started out a prayer now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for rear
[Chorus]
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how rong and stressin them frights to R.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I ret a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh
[(Chorus) 3x]