Fabolous

Fabolous - Trade It All songtekst

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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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Publisher: WEA International Inc.

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Uitgegeven in: 2001

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Ghetto Fabolous (2001)

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