Fabolous - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics

rate me

eel like I'm Big Meech

When I be cashing out

Holding my bottles up

Champaign splashing out

We all got rooms nobody crash the couch

More K's at the crib than a Kardashian house

No Brian Pumper jewels just large links

A lot of ice in 'em I'm talking large drinks

Lets see what the Audemar thinks

My necklace make chicks Nicki Minaj blink

There are no challengers F what the Dodge think

I'm riding in the... my garage stinks

Cocunut Ciroc, coco-loso

Pretty boy swag never coke my nose though

Got your baby momma eating off a lead plates

It mean the World to her, to me it's just a cheap date

Plenty fish in the sea and I keep bait

You're a broke rollerblader, cheapskate!

My jeep plate say "Tune in to the game"

Competition killer, funeral's the name

Listen up son, I'm immune to all the lame

If I fathered your style, put a Jr. to your name

I searched the whole planet, there's no comp on Earth

Sky blue J's (Jordan's), look like I stomped a smurf

I said life is but a dream

Aint always what it seems

Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream

Raise your glass now lets toast to when we didn't have

Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!

I see haters in passing, yeah they 'round

I be on the way up, they be on the way down

Now I can sit and talk sh-t like Skip Bayless

You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless

Won't be on Craigslist, lifestyle A-list

On my way to Vegas I part playlist

Yeah it's just another page in my success story

I make my worst enemies wish the best for me

My only job, consistent and persistent

I go so hard my assistants need assistance

I'm living mine hands on get the feel of it

Life's a b-tch you might wanna get familair with

[Verse From Fabolous "Bring Death To Em"]

This the flow that put haters on their deathbed

And make the chicks blow the whistle give me rev head

Somebody call 911 like 'clef said

'Fore my man's n 'em black out, Meth Red!

The newspaper say young rapper left dead

The only suspect they have is young funeral

And when you see him

He might be on his goony proud

So you put him up in the air George Clooney style

Slow motion for me so just slim juvenile

Don't sh-t move a dude can't move his bowels

Catch it like Larry Fitzgerald

Kurt Warner bullets coming out the 5ths bureau

Baby I'mma make it, my sh-ts thorough

You shootin blanks your sh-ts durrough

The competi... can't hold hold me

But first lay in a box and cross your hands for me

Fan base killer blame your loss of fans on me

I triple what you see's like I'm Ross' man homie (Triple C)

Dudes get to New York like loso's dead Tony

You pick the place everybody cross the land for me

Keep it real, I can't endorse or stand phoney's

'Less we arm wrestle don't force my hand homie

These YSL's cost a grand only

My white girl bought that Porsche Cayenne for me

Sweet, sweet like Georgia peaches

School of heart, I get brain from gorgeous teachers

Funeral in the house, no mortgage either

Any competition he see the boy just ethers

I can't feel my face this that Boston George reefer

You lie if you say I aint hotter than August weether

I mean weather!

You can't see me, I mean ever!

Ever ever, Andre 3 G

This is me G, Gucci print G-G

Clean ice neck full of frozen Fiji

Been in the game long as Mario, Luigi

No Juvenile, Wayne, Turk or B.G.

I'm still Hot Boyz but it's stutter gang jack

You bang right the first time they don't bang back

You's can't ball like me they quickly meer in H.O.R.S.E

I bring death to em, no hearing loss!



Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found