Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, John David Jackson, Bernard Edwards, Nile Gregory Rodgers
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FabolousDamn Lyrics:
Uh, it's the d-d-damn, ha ha, yea
Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself
When he gettin' closer to them girls be like
Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were
The one in the droptop two seater
Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine
Shit I would try to claim him
'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and
You'll play yourself if you try to deny it
I'm nothin' like the other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that
Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta
Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez
Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads
Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch
Let's roast some spinach
Find a club and just post up in it
What you mean are we there yet
I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes
I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs
'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here
These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case
Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself
When he gettin' closer to them girls be like
Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were
The one in the droptop two seater
Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine
Shit I would try to claim him
'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and
You'll play yourself if you try to deny it
You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos
All you gotta do is swallow some kids
Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
Who's as hansome as ghetto?
This man's earings look transparent
And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old
They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like
I want the kind of money athletes consume
I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool
When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room
I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast
Shorty just lay back in the made back
It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax
Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself
When he gettin' closer to them girls be like
Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were
The one in the droptop two seater
Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine
Shit I would try to claim him
'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and
You'll play yourself if you try to deny it
They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops
The rims still look like they on fast forward
I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin
As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick
'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in
Cowabunga
Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em
They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back
When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin'
The biggest dikes be
Switchin' for dudes with figures like me
And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine
That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch
Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself
When he gettin' closer to them girls be like
Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were
The one in the droptop two seater
Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine
Shit I would try to claim him
'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and
You'll play yourself if you try to deny it
Damn
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