Fabolous - Do It Again Freestyle Lyrics
[Intro]Live from the 702, y'all know what this isTa-ha, thank God it's FridayFelt it was only rightIn case you ain't think I could do it againOh, I'm a do it againThat Brooklyn flow, nigga, 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 FridayI'm a smooth operator like SadeI'll put you in your place like valetBut they ain't really about nothin' like WaleYeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no albumTime to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volumeCrazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylumsYou ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcomeYou ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no MalcolmBird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falconsNo 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' WhiteBut she could catch it like them if her body tightIf she walkin', lose her naughties, rightIf she stretch it like Pilates, rightIf she ride it like Ducati bikesBut 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 clubI play my cards right, grab a dime in the clubSippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the clubCause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubsSee, you know how I be, posted up on IGGet under they skin like IVCheck a Internet thug down by IPHe ain't carry guns, all he carry was IDAnd, see, now a nigga *****in' upTalkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' upHow they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?[Bridge]1 a.m., on my way to the club2 a.m., it was goin' up3 a.m., bad *****es with us4 a.m., now they leavin' with us5 a.m., at the after hours6 a.m., now we at the house6:15, I be diggin' her out7:15, Uber in route8 a.m., ESPN1 a.m., I'm gon' do it againWe gon', we gon', we gon' do it again[Verse 2]How the ***** you gon' talk about emcees on my heelsWhen all I see is Timb trees on my heels?New black Spur, them Bs on the wheelsPull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grillDon't come at me on some, 'She still my girl'I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girlAll I be givin' is some G to your girlDick in a box from me to your girlSo, you got a flow, that's cool with meI hear the freestyles, that's cool with meI see your little cars, little jewelriesBut none of y'all mother*****ers can fool with meYou know that funeral flow spit eulogiesYou tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a GPut some gas in the game, few jewels for meYou tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, fooleryI just hit two mil on the InstagramI should post two mil on the InstagramGet this on if you ever go against the famI sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan***** the snakes, I'm ridin' with KaneWhen I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped outThe wave is mine, I never wiped outIf you was countin', you would have less to type outGet your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'***** that, everybody, come on[Hook]Throw they hands upThrow they hands up[Bridge][Outro]Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ ClueDesert Storm, that kid LosoBar for bar, best in the game, niggaI said it, uh-huh, live from the 712That street famThrow they hands up
