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FABOLOUS lyrics : "Do It Again Freestyle"

[Intro]
Live from the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's Friday

Felt it was only right
In case you ain't think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it again

That Brooklyn flow, ^!$$%, ha

[Hook]

Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Oh)
Throw they hands up (Oh)

Throw they hands up (Yeah)

Throw they hands up (Yeah)

Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up (Yeah)
Throw they hands up


[Verse 1]
You know how your boy come through on a Friday

I'm a smooth operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like Wale

Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums

You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a ^!$$%, I ain't talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons

No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties, right

If she stretch it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't $#&@in' everybody, right?

You ain't out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club

Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause ^!$$%s be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, posted up on IG

Get under they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he carry was ID

And, see, now a ^!$$% (*##$in' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?


[Bridge]
1 a.m., on my way to the club

2 a.m., it was goin' up
3 a.m., bad (*##$es with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' with us

5 a.m., at the after hours
6 a.m., now we at the house
6:15, I be diggin' her out

7:15, Uber in route
8 a.m., ESPN
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again

We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again

[Verse 2]

How the $#&@ you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels

Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl

All I be givin' is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool with me

I hear the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all mother$#&@ers can fool with me

You know that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the Instagram

I should post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan
$#&@ the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out

The wave is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
$#&@ that, everybody, come on


[Hook]
Throw they hands up
Throw they hands up

[Bridge]


[Outro]
Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game, ^!$$%
I said it, uh-huh, live from the 712

That street fam
Throw they hands up

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