Fabolous - Do It Again Freestyle (Lyrics)

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[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, nigga, ha

[Hook]

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Throw they hands up (Oh)

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Throw they hands up (Yeah)

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[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 nigga, 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 fuckin' 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 niggas 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 nigga bitchin' 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 bitches 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers 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

Fuck 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'

Fuck that, everybody, come on

[Hook]

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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, nigga

I said it, uh-huh, live from the 712

That street fam

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