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| Fabolous Ghetto Fabolous Ma' Be Easy uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say can I get the keys to ya six again? After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal Still dames have been givin me slow neck And I don't even know what they real names have been I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin [chorus] Ma you musta had too many weed totes 'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats Hundred and somthin wit two skinny deep throats Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins I deal wit nothin but tens I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends Chickens get keys, scuffin the benz Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens Snatch any chink blond who feel my link longview (One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on you Hope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John do Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami [Chorus] |
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