Fabolous Follow

Boom, clap, boom clap

Boom, clap, boom clap

Boom, clap, boom clap

Boom, clap, boom clap

Now everybody get your hands UP

Now everybody get your hands UP

Loso, more better (more better) more cheddar (more cheddar)

I do the rolls I am not a more wetter??

Challenge me with the bling these niggas know better

The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters

Hoes better, have a fall back attack,

come through like a funeral all black on black

couple six deuces, all back to back,

few flying spurs all back to back

need a 04, 05 dunking and them

when it come to making O's we like dunking with them

naaaah I ain't talking donuts

I'm talking white ones like the Nike low cuts

You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes

But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed

Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter

You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and

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Yep I'm back stunting, yep I'm back fronting

Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing

Yep I know you see something you wanting

It's just something about me you can't go with out me you all

Said you can't go without me you all,

Said you can't go without me you all

Now everybody get your hands UP

Now everybody get your hands UP

more stunting, (more stunting) more fronting (more fronting)

How you getting it homie, show something

You can ask about him, he go hard

With that A.M.E.X. negro card

Last time I was seen in a strip club

Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club

May I, say I, made a way?

Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away

Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way

Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point

Lemme hear 'em say aah, when he spit to the joint

You gonna hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint

And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gone

Come like them dudes came for Tony at the Babylon

Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?

The L-O-S-O, I guess no

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Now everybody get your hands UP

Now everybody get your hands UP

more wining (more winin') more dining (more dining)

Slow winding gangsters throw signs and

I can't help that the chain is so shining

That the shit on my wrist is just co-signing

They don't search us they know we got the flames

But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer

I believe in god, but my true religion

Is stuffing big faces down in these True Religions

We everywhere you ain't never there

New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs

Pushing something we ain't got our names on

2 '07's neither one of us is James Bond

We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names

Fendi aviator shades with the big frames

The streets is watching the hood is looking

Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm looking

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Now everybody get your hands UP

Now everybody get your hands UP