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Dj Drama Fabolous There Is No Competition

a corey lidal flight I'm married to the streets, This is my recital right I got the phantom drop dressed up bridal white You kno them doors is suicidal

fam, Fuck with fuck with dat street fam Fuck with dat street fam, Fuck with dat street fam [Verse 1:] STREET FIDDA DIDDA DAM I tell it like it is, Muthafuck

man [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 1: Fabolous] You be tryin to lock her down, She tryin to escape the man I pick dat paper up in the mornin, She is like ma

Paul Cain, Freck Billionaire) [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

they know who we are Hooooooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on Hooooooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on [Verse 1: Fabolous

I'm Bolivian cocaine I'm da next to kin to Loso or Cain I'm disrespectful, I'm drivin in both lames Dey pushin my buttons to fuck with my campaign Dey kno jermain is

) [Fabolous: Talking] Ya know I rhyme a few bars so I could buy a few cars Kick a few flows so I could get a few hoes [x3] [Verse 1: Fabolous] I get