Think Y'all Know - Fabolous, Mike Shorey

Any bitch that chill her jones with me End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh)

I got a ziplock the killer grown with me I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)

Justin a prob give us like he feel I boned Britney (uh)

I really don’t get me (uh), I really won’t get me YEAH!

I think y’all know by now that I ain’t nothin to be fucked with (yeah)

I think y’all know by now that I don’t care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)

I think hoes know by now that I’m that nigga they should bump with (yeah)

I think y’all know by now it’s F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

I’m often asked, HEY, ain’t you that guy (uh)

There’s no one else from head to ankle that fly (uh uh)

Who put slugs point blank through that guy (uh huh)

And there’s nothin (uh huh) these dudes ain’t do that I (uh), can’t do at my

(uh)

earliest convenience (uh), your girlie ain’t foreseen since (uh)

the feature with Lil’Mo, over 2 million people, I’ve reached with my little

flow (yeah)

They said sounded like the guy who’s speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)

Personally I think they was reachin a little dough

But now they callin just to get a feature so it’ll blow (yeah)

I’m teachin my little bro

to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes

I’ll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh)

Even devil worshippers got up outta the God

I know all you cowards is hard

Your career’s dead so I send flowers and cards

With our regards, nigga

Uh, uh, nigga

I think they know by now

Who the fuck I be Uh, yeah, but um

(*singing*)

I’m with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y

Uh, for you non-spellin motherfuckers, Street Family

Yeah, uh, Brooklyn

Uh, fuck up, word to Brooklyn

Haha