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Fabolous Lyrics for Song: U Aint Got Nothin
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Fabolous
 
 
 
 854>[Fab]yesssss
 
 what it look like
 
 tryin 2 show dese niggas man
 
 its dat street fam man we rep dat
 
 
 
 I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
 
 And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
 
 Kermit you better think before you ribbit
 
 Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
 
 I pop up like exzibit
 
 Forget it I'm at your krivitz
 
 Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics
 
 F**k getting your ride pimped
 
 Ull get hard tyed wimped
 
 Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
 
 It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim
 
 Cause your boy jus stay above the game
 
 They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
 
 But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
 
 Go 'head nigga, say another name
 
 Take dis family for a joke playing wayan brother games
 
 And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis keenin
 
 Aimin with dis daymin
 
 I'm puttin dat major pain in
 
 My lil man zonia marlon and shawn ya
 
 Lay da beef on dis noodle
 
 Make some noodle lasagna
 
 40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
 
 You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
 
 You only see me pushin if the drivers side
 
 I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
 
 The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
 
 So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab
 
 
 
 Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
 
 Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
 
 Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 
 
 I'm on da grind till da police come
 
 With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
 
 Or... I let that semi twirl youh
 
 Now you could follow the drip
 
 Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
 
 Wen we slop you like seconds
 
 Obey me like peasents
 
 Or get opened up like presents
 
 Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
 
 Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
 
 Say cheese
 
 My doughs a bit longer
 
 My flow is jus slaughter
 
 My wrists look like frozen poland spring water
 
 So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
 
 I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
 
 Havent u all heard (what?)
 
 Ya'll all heard(yup)
 
 I stick toothpicks(where)
 
 In ya all durbs
 
 Listen,
 
 I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
 
 Octopus(whatelse)
 
 Oysters
 
 Chaa
 
 I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
 
 I'll have her lick me up(up)
 
 And den wipe me down(down)
 
 
 
 She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
 
 She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
 
 She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
 
 So I gave her knee pads for da rug
 
 It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
 
 U surfboy dudes get wiped out
 
 
 
 Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
 
 Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
 
 Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 
 
 Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
 
 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
 
 My money don't fold nor bends
 
 Mercedes maybach, grey black
 
 And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
 
 F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
 
 No, better yet like diddy take dat
 
 Wait rats I hate rats
 
 I clean dem out like ajax
 
 Got paper like A fax machine
 
 Ansanin
 
 Damn I mean assanon
 
 Dappa don
 
 After thine dere will be non
 
 Damn I mean dere will be nun
 
 I will be one
 
 Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
 
 Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
 
 Not me
 
 Not I
 
 Call me young popeye
 
 Tell bruno I'm a nuno
 
 I'll bring ral to your funrol
 
 Damn I mean funeral funerol
 
 You say tomato I say tamata
 
 U say get em I say got em
 
 Yea I got em
 
 Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
 
 I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
 
 You fly
 
 But what is it to pilot
 
 Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
 
 Damn I mean foot up in your ass
 
 I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash
 
 Diesel
 
 
 
 Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
 
 Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
 
 Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
 
 yeaa uh
 
 You ain't got nuthin on me
 
 
 
 Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
 
 Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
 
 I got everything
 
 You got nuthing
 
 You aint got nuthin on me
 
 
 
 Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
 
 Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
 
 Yeaa*
 
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