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fabolous - grindin' (remix) lyrics

[intro: fabolous]
yo, i’m a motherf+cking ghetto superstar, n+gga…
yeah
look at me
you see me
[?]
yeah
yeah
street family
yeah
uh

[verse 1: fabolous]
right now, you can lie and gossip too
and later on, be the guy who the mobs look to
right now, you can try and prosecute
but later on, you gon’ die in the hospital
i’m the guy that’s responsible, the [?] is impossible
you ever had mitchel and ness tryna sponser you?
you gon’ die like the mobsters do
actin like gangstas, like denzel, y’all should get oscars too
calm them guys in your hostile crew
beforе they get holes in thеy face the size of they nostriles too
street family abide by the mobster rules
visors and [?] shoes that’s [?]
you could tell i’m fly by my posture, boo
get into the thighs of a prostitute, and buy her a popsical
that’s why you hear lots of oos
they ain’t never seen a ghetto superstar like me
i’ll show you how to do this, younging
i ain’t fronting, these jordans ain’t coming
[?] islands [?] keep the complaints coming, n+gga
[verse 2: paul cain]
a hustle’s a hustle, from ghetto to ghetto
in a 4.6 range rover, canairy yellow
with metal, muzzle to muzzle, for [?] movement
i’ma stop your bloodflow, if you try to stop my chip movement
i be on strips doing my grind thing, brick moving
flooded cross on a thick cuban
out of town in the south, in the spot, four pound in the couch
came back, 4 thou off an ounce
all it takes is a quarter, a brick and a half
a pound of dro get your grind game and [?]
bag the crack and the weed up, fflip that, catch a dice game [?] back with the re+up
that’s grindin, 44 tucked in the lining
get low when them hot ones flying
come at me wrong, you dying
no lying
[?] not familiar
cross me, i’ma pop ?]

[verse 3: joe budden]
joe budden, and the streets call me glocks for hire
before i was jump off, i was oxxi supplier
y’all passing [?] for joe, i’m part time [?] acting coach
now a days, dawg, i don’t get rappers
f+ck bars, we could all get the 4’s out, and play [?]
move the dip, ruger on my hip
[?] keep talking that music sh+t
it’s nothing, let the game know your man’s on the come up
first week sound scan, i’m doing spiderman numbers
bet cars, jewls, casinos and up
tryna ball like [?] i’ll benzino you up
man, your crew’s [?] desert storm use these toys
bite the bullet like broose leroy
get right with me, newest king in the league, like mike [?]
i’ma show you how to do this
bird [?] beat so fine
and when i’m in the strip club, they don’t pay mr. cheeks no mind
how the gun blind, cowards want mine
but they pigment soft, like the dallace frontline
max pain, never seen a [?] like it
first n+gga to move weight from a [?]pilot

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