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Why Wouldn't I
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Peak in subgenre #718
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
May 17, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:54
Story behind the song
Fabolous - "Why Wouldn't I"
Lyrics
HOOK] I'm feelin kinda good, while you doin' kinda bad My bills comin in, while you movin' out cha pad Dudes lookin sad, I'm abusin you fags Real Talk, Please Hush, These The Rules Of My Class One - Don't say my name like that Two - Don't hang ya chain like that Three - Don't spit cha lame old raps But the game so whack, I'ma play it like that [HOOK] Thats real cold, but I'ma cold hearted hard-head / Arms to ya moms, till she show me where ya car is I'm all set to go, don't test me though / They say my style bugged out, I got a pesky flow So let me know wat you tryna do or get done / Cuz two twenty two's will make sho I hit some Body till they body left bodied on the floor / I'd finger pop Polly, ehh she'd prolly want more These whores all on me, slob till they can't spit / Gimme blow-jobs, no prob, man it aint shit And you know my thang stick deep in her belly / Got cha freak wit me daily, while you reachin' her celly I been beastin already, you just startin to eat / Source shitted on the track, please pardon the beat He's armed wit the heat, so errbody freeze / Who the fuck got beef? Watch errbody leave [HOOK] I'm blowin' on the scene, servin teams the hard luck / You rollin up green, wit more beans than Starbucks We call ducks diggers, cuz they swallow us nigga's / Plus we ball much figures, so we all clutch triggers I'm spit it like it is, then break it back down / I been handlin my biz, ya'll was fakin wit the crown Try and take it from me now, you gon die at the throne / I'll put the metal to ya shirt like I'm ironin' clothes Admire the flows, or better yet steal the skills / I have ya cap twist back, from just peelin' bills For real he's ill, but success sucks to you / And that's the main reason, dames don't even fucks wit chu My sluts'll do watever whenever I damn please / They fall to their damn knees, whenever that man leaves For niggas who cant see me, eye to an eye / Just cuz you couldn't hit bitch, why wouldn't I? [HOOK]
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