Black Girl Lost (freestyle) Lyrics - Fabolous

Hello? 

What's up, girl? 

Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin' 

Talkin' that old off-the-wall back-to-Africa shit again 

What, that God body shit? 

Yeah, that dumb shit, I'm tryin' to get up out of here 

I hear that, but, yo, you know the spot is pumpin' tonight 

Word, for real, where? 

You know, where the real niggas is poppin' the Cristal 

Not that White Star 

Ha-ha, word, where the real niggas at? 

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Yo, they just want a nigga to lose; Mayweather-Pac-Man 

Government don't play fair, they'd rather backhand 

Cops killin' us left and right, pray for the black man 

I'm tryin' to get that Creflo Dollar, faithfully stack bands 

And, listen, I refuse to let 'em jack the O.G 

Yeah, you's a nigga like a black emoji 

I got the LTE flows, you niggas still a 4G 

I'm Nino Brown on a roof and you got to go, G 

Am I my brother's keeper? 

My brother keep a (-) on the hip, not a beeper, he the reaper 

Black hoodie on, turn you to a hard sleeper 

Turn your peoples into weepers, your chick a leaper 

Jumped on your boy and gave it to me for cheaper 

Probably cause you shallow and my pockets is deeper 

I just want it on a late night, he could keep her 

Pick her up in the Wrangler, jeepers creepers 

Scary movie, she be runnin', but she keep fallin' 

Now she ballin', she love it that my seats' Spalding 

That's ball leather, it gets cooler like fall weather 

We meet up at the Four Seasons, that's all weather 

The sad part: he don't even know he lost her 

He don't drink, but she do say he double-crossed her 

You probably won't get that 'til you look at the bottle 

There's a message in it, baby, just look in the bottom 

Shorty, don't lose yourself tryin' to look like these models 

Cause it's way more to life than bookings and bottles 

Lookin' for follows, up for swallow 

Some nigga with a big cheque, yeah, you lookin' for lotto 

Owe you dollar and a dream, bitches Powerball bitches 

Win 4Life, Mega Millions, pick four bitches 

Lookin' for a nigga that's 6'4", bitches 

Settin' thirst traps, got to click more pictures 

That's a lick for bitches, ride the dick, raw bitches 

Have a baby by the nigga, make him trick more riches 

Damn, she just want to play with them boss toys 

Lex' coupes, the Beamers and the Benz, Lost Boys 

Think they got a good one, lock her down and wife her 

Found out she a scared bitter, not a lifer 

Couple rappers in her circle, pussy in a cypher 

Fucked the boss and the shooter, she Michelle Pfeiffer 

Scarface shit, caption like 'I only fuck with bosses' 

'The biggest ones, #TheRickRosses' 

Yeah, you with the winnin' team, but you takin' losses 

Shout-out to the college girls out here takin' courses 

Just because they in school, but never get no credit 

We follow hoes that don't know where they headed 

But I ain't preachin', I ain't tryin' minister nothin' 

But fuck a bag, you better get a business or somethin' 

You better stack this and flip instead of spinnin' some stuntin' 

Before your dope boy boo catch a sentence or somethin' 

Cause I, I remember how that girl flossed 

Now look at her, that girl lost 

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