Fabolous - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

Fabolous - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz @ Rap Song Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

[hook]
(huh, sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[fabolous - verse 1]
ha ha, sicker than yo average
oh you think you hot
i’ll come through quicker than a maverick
shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed
come through where you live, flick it up like dallas
stick to living savage, i’ll stick to living lavish
picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
she calling me fab pitt, you can be my jolie
swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
you ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
you know what time it is girl, you can see my rolie
my car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
you can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[hook]
(ha, sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
(ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
sicker than yo average
nigga working hard just to have it
tell you like i told my last bitch
sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
sicker than yo average

[red cafe - verse 2]
sicker than yo average
euro gang crazy, i’m in the sickest fabrics
high every day like i’m living in the attic
psycho, psycho, my living room padded
i’m sicker than magic, oh
stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh
now i’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
still i put it down in the mattress
so make that girl the opposite of go-go
go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and i aint talking toronto
sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[hook]


Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

Fabolous - Really Tho

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Fabolous Really Tho Lyrics

yeah
i’m just speaking for myself
and the real n-ggas like me

if you ain’t with a real n-gga, then who are you with?
how you ride doesn’t matter what kind of car you get?
i love my real b-tches, f-ck the fake hoes
i be asking god why he even make those?
real real real re really tho
real real real re really tho
real real real re really tho
real real real re really tho

me and my n-ggas talkin’ sh-t at the pool table
wanna know who sat these nerds at the cool table?
who let these unimportant hoes in the vip?
who let these little n-ggas in? i need to see i’d
real real real re really tho
these lames never paid attention so they really owe
i know some r&b b-tches that can really blow
turkey burgers and hot chocolate, really ho?
when sh-t get real now then it’s “i’m just playin’”
when people hating now then it’s “i’m just sayin’”
fake this and fake that got you feeling yourself?
you can’t be real with me, you ain’t even real with yourself
[ from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabolous-really-tho.html ]
me and some fly girls chillin’ where the bar is
wanna know when y’all gon’ stop treasuring garbage?
when they gon’ get they own and stop minding our biz?
when these bride of chucky dolls became barbies?
real re re re i’m really certain
if everybody a boss, then who’s really workin’?
if they say they got that raw sh-t, that really mean
them white squares is stepped on, billie jean
rather a real enemy than a fake friend
rather know for sure, than be mistaken
one thing you should know, when you play the game
lies always change, the truth stay the same

Fabolous In The Morning

Fabolous In The Morning Lyrics @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

Fabolous In The Morning Lyrics

[Fabolous]
shawty you autumn time cool
but they dont see your beauty f-ck all them blind fools
body so mean that its border line cruel
work 8 to 3, then from 4 to 9 school
Dominican girl who knows more than mongul
she say lets stay in the room and order Dom Cruz
it sounds like a plan
’cause girl once I got you by your limbs
that guy who spot you at the gym can't put it down like I can
I wanna take you places further than where your feet walk
why scream when your voice is better for sweet talk
a little accent, cute ass lisp
first a toast is said then a flute glass kiss
I like it when you whip yo hair, but thats Willow fault
I speak body language, f-ck pillow talk
we can wake up ’round noon on a Saturday
and make a f-ckin movie, now thats a matinee
but on the weekdays I wanna be yo’ wake up call
kiss yo’ face before you put that make up all over it
you go from gettin’ ready at the bathroom sink to gettin’ bent over it
then its over with
now you rushin’ to work, iPod touchin’ yo purse
Ima let you go but not without touchin’ it first
when you think ’bout it later you blush and you smirk
your co-workers thinkin’ you got a crush on the clerk
you always talk about yo boss, about how much of a jerk he is
but tell me baby does he touch you and flirt?
’cause that's how such and such get hurt
and lame ass n-ggas start bringin’ crutches to work
I know you got it girl, I trust in your work
ladies is pimps too, go ‘head brush off the dirt
I be here when you get off with dutches and purp
I want you after dinner, your such a dessert
the night is lookin’ sweet the only thing Im tryna bite is yo physique
and in most cases with you
only thing I wanna fight is gettin sleep ’cause I eat and go to sleep
you know I is in the sheets, niceeeee
dont touch it, let my eyes do the undressin’
play Usher and take ya back to confessions
I wanna crush ya’ nevermind the tongue wrestlin’
wont rush ya, one question
[ from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabolous-in-morning.html ]
[Hook]
Can I Hit it in the mornin’
Can I Hit it in the mornin’
Can I Hit it in the mornin’
sun risin’ while you yawnin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty, can I Hit it in the mornin’
shawty sun risin’ while you yawnin’


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