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Track:Right Now & Later On(feat. Timbaland
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you

Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
And I
brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)

Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell
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 two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type
to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face'll make your wife
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both
rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Y'all seen my
rings borders
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
'F's for
freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
'O's for the
ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everday, know why, why not?


Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna love me and
Right now you probably
want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don't like me, but

Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And I just got to do it
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my

It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin
on ten times two
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 twenties?"
And "I didn't know
that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
All I say to the heffers is
Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna
sip Proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of your womb
And the rocks
in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign


Fab's hard to be found
But most likely I'm with 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 in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call
Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest
look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the
only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can't stop eyein
And when I said my rims
was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"


[Timbaland talking]

Say what, say what, uh huh
You don't need us, huh?
I see you comin back to her
that, with the two-step
Fabolous, we out
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