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 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


by Fabolous. Buy album CD: Loso's Way

Verse 1

And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be,
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID.
And I get under n*****s skin,
They should call me IV.
But if you try me n****r,
I will be your caller ID.
And that means I got your number.
Please don't make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me a solid.
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets,
'Cos you can't see me.
Close eye-lids.
Huh, nitey nite.
I'm with a model chick.
Tyrah thick, Heidi's height,
Body suits, body tight.
Yeah... I clean up nice.
Catch me on a tidy night,
Might be gucchi'd down to the tidy whites.
Ok it's Loso,
Everybody knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new true-ies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new lueys.
The swaggers in his jeans,
He was born fly.
Them Phily b*****s say the ball keep his jaunt fly.
Then Reggie Kush shot us up in Californi.


La La La La La La La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby.

Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...
Rock-a-by baby...

La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

Verse 2

Hush little lame n*****s don't say a word,
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third.
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard.
She tried to pull my fly south,
I aint want the bird.
Because I been killin these hoes,
These n*****s just drop dead.
In the drop head,
All we do is bop heads.
To the side,
Like Busta in the Pepsi add.
With my Columbiana mamma,
Yep she bad. (She Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had.
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had.
That's some good jaw.
Pop quiz,
Good score.
She call her pussy mediene,
That good raw.
For you little cheap fucks,
Hood whores.
You n*****s soft in the middle,
Call them hood smalls.
Everybody on the block going cuckoo.
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo.
Birds poppin' out.
Sittin on the hood,
Check my bird droppings out.
I'm shittin' on the hood.
Sleepin' time, n*****s.
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme n*****s.
It's bed time.

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Album: Loso's Way (2009) Lyrics
cd Buy "Loso's Way" CD
  1. Everything, Everyday, Everywhere
  2. Feel Like I'm Back
  3. I Miss My Love
  4. Makin Love
  5. Money Goes, Honey Stay
  6. Stay
  7. The Way
  8. Throw It In The Bag (Remix)
  9. The Way (Intro)
  10. Imma Do It
  11. My Time
  12. Please Don't Go feat. Marsha Ambrosius
  13. Lullaby
  14. When The Money Goes
  15. Throw It In The Bag
  16. General
  17. Pachanga
  18. Last Time
  19. I’m Back
  20. All My Ladies
  21. Fabolous Life
  22. Let's Make Love
  23. Salute
  24. There He Go
  25. Bang Bang
  26. Welcome To My Workplace
  27. A Toast To The Good Life


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