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| Fabolous Ghetto Fabolous Trade It All (feat. Jagged Edge) [Fabolous talking] Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say we just friends no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no mights or maybe I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [(Chorus) 3x] |
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