Lyrics Fabolous – Y’all Don’t Hear Me Tho
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Verse 1: Fabolous
Sometimes I amaze sometimes I disappoint
Sometimes I blow this paper like it’s just a joint
Sometimes I look at change like it’s just some coins
This perspective which angle you looking from
When you take a chance ever wonder who you took it from
I’m from Brooklyn son got no problem taking nothing
So I figured I could take nothing and make it something
Tell ’em faking ass niggas they won’t make it frontin’
Tell ’em girls lose they clothes and get the shaking something
Purple weed gold bottles now let’s Laker something
Cause y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Chorus: Fabolous
Smoking on loud
Swagger to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks I ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Even when I talk low don’t it sound like I’m yelling
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really
Verse 2: Fabolous
Might be how I’m feeling mixed with what I’m drinking
Got me on some shit that might be what the stink is
You might just be cool it might be what you thinking
It might be something in the eye but to me she winking
Listen before your dumb ass say some stupid shit
I have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit
Two chicks that hanging with Mr Cooper shit
Eat with me if you hungry dawg
But then again High Loyal is a hungry dawg
That’s saying hunger make your dog eat you alive
You either starve to death or you eat to survive
Chorus: Fabolous
Smoking on loud
Swagger to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks I ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Even when I talk low don’t it sound like I’m yelling
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really
Verse 3: Red Cafe
Shakedown on sleep
I’m getting to the money
The way I’m counting sheep
I be counting money
Live from the roof
Empire state
Finna burn this bitch down
Find the next fire escape
I’m high so nothing ain’t farfetched
Out in Houston with my rocket no Marques
Fuck with that street fan
Fuck with that Loso
Come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go
Giving back to the hood be what I call it
Smoke grand daddy Kush
I’m in orbit
If they ain’t with the family they weirdos
Chorus: Fabolous
Smoking on loud
Swagger to the max
Bad bitches holla
I just holla back
My money talks I ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Even when I talk low don’t it sound like I’m yelling
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really hear me though
Y’all don’t really y’all don’t really y’all don’t really
Album
Fabolous – Fabolous - The S.O.U.L. Tape
