Mistah FAB - Bubble lyrics

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Verse 1:

Yo oakland where im at

If you searchin for fab

If u hatin

Ill have somebody hurt you real bad

You keep on playin?

And Imma have to lerk through ur pad

And if we cant get you

We sendin word to ur dad

I know dats to bad

Ur lil feelings are hurt and they sad

To find out ur main girl was twerkin with fab

And ur baby mama left my tip hurt from my brain

So I let twin sista just suck on my chain

Aint my fault

You cowards still stuck in this game

Broke wit no chips

Dont got no luck in this game

Gotta spend the rest of ur life

Stuck in this game

Why im ridin round cuttin up the bump in the Range

Ive been gettin hate all my life

Nuthin has changed

Except for now

Im steady ice stuffin these chains

Had to stop puffin the jane

Start coppin them thangs

Dont get mad

See me with dub on a range

Hook:

Cause I pull up causin trobule

In that lexus bubble

And whatever ur cost

Man my chain cost double

Gettin cheese

Bakin bread

With a reckless hustle

Stay away from them police

Cause they want me to struggle

Pull up on dubs

Gettin muggs from all of yo people

Wanna leave me open up

From the slug from that eagle

But im 5 g’s gettin gone on u cuzzin

Lovley and im steady shinin crome on u cuzzin

Verse 2:

Im from the pole

Real cold

Icy weather whatever

Thats why im use to rockin these Iceberg sweaters

Nikes and kenneths what we sport

Lookin saucy as lito

n nigloos what we call our closest people

Mistah F.A.B is what Im called

Dont get it confused

Cause ull be

The next person

That be big on the news

And I like I said before

Ur chick could get hit if I choose

And ur wig will get split

If u actin a fool

Mackin is cool

Man just get my scratch and my loot

Scrappin will do

If yall dont think my rappin is true

Send some bosses with some gats

Come afta ya crew

Pay a hop head

Like a k-nine

A captrue ur dudes

Im from the same town

Where they shot the Mack on the stoop

Oakland california

Yeah man we back in this bootch

What chall thought?

I was gone stop stackin my loot?

Yeah right,

Im still steady mackin these fools

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Verse 3:

Hit the Raiders game

With my Jerry Rice on dawg

On the side line

With my dairy ice on yall

Do a song at half time

In a skybox tele

Callin shots

Got Al davis

On my celli

fo mistah F.A.B

Man I dont think ya’ll ready

Stright hits

R&B

Hot as the seringetti

Just give me the lobsta

You can keep the steak and spaggetti

I mess with mobstas

That will take all yo fetti

Boo

Whatchu lookin at

Im fab not betty

On the street

Spittin heat

Like my name was eddie

Like a marksman

Yeah man my aim is steady

On the hoop court

Yeah my game deadly

Leave u sayin “uh-oh”

Like ur name was Nelly

Got a platinum chian dawg

That hang to my belly

Whatchu want

Whatchu get

Whatchu claim to need?

And when I blow

Im puttin out my cuzzos bleed

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