Fabolous

Fabolous - She Did It lyrics

rate me

Now I don’t jerk off in public, but I been out doing my self

Undisputed swag champ, that Big H be my belt (x3)

Fresh pair of them jordan 3′s

All black Givenci

That snapback with that snake skin, you niggas gotta see don’t C

Muthaf-cka we rollin

Some brown skin girls, n some Beyonces

Ball like this, you gon’ see

The kind of hate, Lebron see

Pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me Chauncey

Look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin’ me Fonzi

But I ain’t got my collar up, I just got my dollars up

Big fish see little fish, and you little niggas get swallowed up

Shouldn’t of been in this shark tank, ain’t my fault if I eat them

Why would I wanna join them, when I always knew I could beat them

Keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak Timb’s

Ain’t no love in hip hop, but still let you eat ‘em

Came for the competition, but there wasn’t much around

I let you kiss the ring but you’ll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt

Swag champ I got the belt

When its done come talk to me

You’ll see I got the B

B is for them big boys with the grown money

And bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

I said

Swag champ I got the belt

Swag champ I got the belt

When its done come talk to me

You’ll see I got the B

B is for them big boys with the grown money

And bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

Now I ain’t come here to be playin’, showtime expect me out

That hotel, that newest shit, ya I see em tryna check me out

That new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out

Funny I be going in, everytime they let me out

Ran thru that Louie store, once I blow that, check me out

Threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out

No discrimination, I will still sweat your sexy out

Like ‘em with that Keisha ass, but gotta have that Becky mouth

Rep my town but I’m hardly here

Gotta go in when I party here

Drinks so strong, I can barely lift em

Weed so loud, I could hardly hear

Love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes

Money talks, you ain’t got it, convo, hell no

Stick to being you boy, stay on yo, Velcro

Hate to see ya’ll been backwards, rondo, elbow

Came for the competition but there wasn’t much around

I let you kiss the ring, but you’ll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt

Swag champ I got the belt

When its done come talk to me

You’ll see I got the b

B is for them big boys with the grown money

And bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

I said

Swag champ I got the belt

Swag champ I got the belt

When its done come talk to me

You’ll see I got the B

B is for them big boys with the grown money

And bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

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