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Right Now & Later On (Feat. Timbaland) Lyrics
Some little pretty mami's is all i need
Hennessy, Cristal, and sticky weed
A little drop sports coupe is all i want
And i brought the hammer if y'all front
Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's yell "papacita"
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
and the hips won't fit in the L-drop 2-seater
But ma i ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin', good for nuthin', type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife smile
and I check in 2 bags
and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a suite substitute, I'm a penthouse playa
Y'all seen my ring's borders
It's full of queens and kings daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for freakin', 'A's alright, 'B's for bottles that pop all night, 'O's for the ounces that I got
That we blow everyday, know why? Why not?
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Right now you prob'ly like me but
later on you gonna love me and
right now you prob'ly want me but
later on you gonna need me and
right now you don't like me but
later on you gonna hate me and
i just got to do it
fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing
It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner that bend dimes, too
the 5 plus 1, sittin on 10 times 2
shorty when i'm through i'm a know if you nice on the mic
and if your friend rhyme, too
it's so funny how i suit the women
they know i'm still spendin show money from "superwoman"
they like "where'd he get those 20's?"
and "I ain't know that's the color that the coupe could come in" - diamond man!
all i say to the heffers is "Jesus"
keep swalowin my kids, might as well have no nephews and nieces
i know you wanna sip proof
and try and make me crack a smile
just so you can see my chipped tooth
I'm tryin' a get you in and outta my room
just to get in and outta your womb
and the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Time's Square
excuse me miss, you want me to sign where?
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Fab's hard to be found
but most likely i'm wit a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
i started out gettin hard by the ounce
no more cash in stashes, it's cards and accounts
the way i make 'em nod to the bounce
somebody call Sylvia and tell her ship larger amounts
this playa make 'em scream a scheme
my closet look like i keep gettin traded from team to team
look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only one's
that make pimpin look easy
tell me how i'm gonna make my album cleaner
with bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
even chickens wanna cluck outside
(Timbaland): Yo Fab, it must be the truck outside
and mami can't stop eyein'
and when i said "my rims is only 19's"
she said "stop lyin'!"
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