Bombs - Fabolous

Bombs - Fabolous Lyrics

Back on my bullshit
Back to back on my bullshit
Matter fact, that was bullshit
I'm goin' back to back to back on my bullshit
Do it one time, they gon' think it's luck
Gotta hit 'em with the repeat
Do it two times, they gon' still doubt
Ayy, now I got a three-peat
Gotta flood the streets 'til they knee deep
Gotta stay woke, can't be 'sleep
All this fly shit don't be cheap
All these bad bitches that we keep 'round
Pockets gotta be deep now
Never lose again, live in me, deep down
Gotta keep winning, it's a clean sweep now
Tell her: Back it up, you hear three beeps now
Big truckload, bitch
Call me Greek Freak, big bucks lil' bitch
Paid in full, Lil' Ace, Lil Mitch
You a R.I.C.O., lower case, you a snitch
Not from Chicago but too shy to speak
Ask: Where's Waldo? I'm too hide and seek
Move like cargo, I do fly every week
Princes in Lagos, Dubai with sheikhs
Everywhere I go, new vibes to freak
Told her I'm Drago, you Apollo Creed
Far as hot cars go, you guys to me
I'm Murcielago and you dry your feet, nigga
I'm that ball in the hood
New Lamb' truck got the ball in the hood
Black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood
Twenty threes on it, got the ball sittin' good
This game 6, this can't miss
Shootin' my shot, wrist hang, swish
Ice my shit like I just sprained this
Millie, plain Jane and that bitch stainless
Look, money talk, shorty talkin' this language
Buy her a car, she gon' switch lanes quick
I got shut up money, I don't explain shit
Do you wanna boss up or just change shifts?
Pretty little joint and she gets things lit
Baby got a crew on some Rich Gang shit
PNB and Meek muzzled the same bitch
If you look in her eyes, man, that shit's dangerous, on God
On the gang, on bros
No bullshit, you the one, D. Rose
Pass me Pippen, the long nose
Then it's game over, the horn blows
This the last shot
You tryna be on the team or be the mascot?
Wanna be the First Lady or the last thot?
I'm paying Dwayne Wade but I flash knots, whoa
I thought you could've been Jordan
Found out that you wasn't even Ben Gordon
Next one get flew out, I'm keepin' 'em boardin'
Like Toni Kukoc, I'm foreign importin', yeah
I cannot bullshit on none of y'all
I got a bullseye on some of y'all
I feel like Michael in '95
Back on my bullshit this summer, y'all