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Takin' Pictures

アーティスト:Fabolous  アルバム:There Is No Competition 

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[Verse 1: Red cafe] The money on the wood, The "B" on the hood So what I talk I live, Let it be understood The smell is so good, Presidential on the street You know a nigga never put a pencil on a beat Spring fresh, At the spring fest Perfect attendence motherfucker, We bling best Huh, This a bossed up king set Is r Cain, Loso and my mane Freck Can't be cloned, I rise like baked flour Can't be stoned, I'm high as the Sear's Tower Live by the code, Ride don't dare cowar 24 straight hours, I'm Jack Bauer Punish the block, With the milk white powder Enough water to give the burrough a light shower Enough hammers grip grip, And cause thunder I'm just here to get the bread, I ain't talkin Wonder But the feds takin pictures of me Da lean like it's on syrup, Need a picture of me I'm so Brooklyn, I scream [? ] I'm so Flatbush, I'm labor day I'm the pie baker, I'm doin cakes today I'm gettin rid of the weight, I'm Ricky Lake today It's the fidda didda dam on ya cam Murda a make dem boys blam [Verse 2: Fabolous] I wasn't one that'll flash em, I rather buck em Most niggas a stash em, I rather tuck em I either CL class em, Or Rover truck em Den drive right past em like motherfuck em See the game likes wall street I watch the ups and downs like stock betters I'm Velveeta with it, Still gettin block cheddar I'm with the rock shredders, Glock outta the box getters Come through like Katrina, They call em the block wetters Blah Blah, Thanks to the rock setters I'm shinin, Reclinin on this Maybech's leather I'm in the Rich Yung mock sweater, Block letters Nike airs croc leather, Who rocks better Ask Greg Street bout the Las Veg suite The presidential joint with the Ronald Reg sheets They either throw salt, Or think it's nutmeg sweet So I keep the heat where the stomach and the legs meet It's Loso Croft, You can call me Tomb Raider We break in homes, We the livin room raiders Snatch wifey, Come back for groom later Throw in the back of the van like she on room raiders Ha Ha, The rookie niggas pay homage The bitches throw the box at me like vonage The 4 horsemen, Ron O, Flam tummy Niggas this fully, Ski mask ya skully [Verse 3: Paul Cain] I'm a Rich Yung boss, Gettin money is my occpation My net worth numbers look like China's population I'm a hustla by blood nigga not relations Stutta gang, Cain put a stop to ya operation Stop debatin, I'm one of the hardest bar for bar Constantly splurtin and I could match the dealers car for car


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