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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Holla Back
Lyricist:Chad Hugo, John Jackson, Pharrell Williams
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh huh uh huh, do it, huh yea Uh uh, do it, huh huh, what y'all want, huh
Rollin', gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockah put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin', Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin', guys that send Po's 'Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials acquit those
Look at the hurt, your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes, lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
I'm gangsta, y'all just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin' y'all heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F A B O L O U S
Ridin' y'all know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal, I sell pot too Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause before I hit the pens, I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Cruisin' top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin' with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (Woo woop)
Holla, that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Y'all throwin' on them gritty mugs for who Like y'all don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin' I just bought the bulls I put y'all in the front page articles I got 'em lookin' at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin' I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back (Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n (Hoo hoo) Holla back, back, back, back (Hoo hoo)
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