Y'all Don't Hear Me Tho Lyrics - The S.o.u.l. Tape - Fabolous

1: Fabolous] 

Sometimes I amaze, sometimes I disappoint 

Sometimes I blow this paper like it's just a joint 

Sometimes I look at change like it's just some coins 

Like Shaq at the line, you prolly missed the point 

It's perspective, which angle you looking from? 

When you take a chance, ever wonder who you took it from? 

I'm from Brooklyn son, got no problem taking nothing 

So I figured I could take nothing and make it something 

Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin 

Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get to shaking somethin 

Purple weed, gold bottles now let's laker something 

Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

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Smoking on loud 

Swagga to the max 

Bad bitches holla 

I just holla back 

My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em 

Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really 

Might be how I'm feeling mixed with what I'm drinking 

Got me on some shit, that might be what the stink is 

You might just be cool it might be what you thinking 

It might be something in her eye but to me, she's winking 

Listen before ya dumb ass say some stupid shit 

And have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit 

Ball player swag, that's what out the hoop and shit 

Two chicks at the house, that Hanging with Mr.Cooper shit 

Eat with me if you hungry dawg 

But then again how loyal is a hungry dawg? 

That same hunger make your dog eat you alive 

You either starve to death or you eat to survive 

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Smoking on loud 

Swagga to the max 

Bad bitches holla 

I just holla back 

My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em 

Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really 

Shakedown on sleep 

I'm getting to the money 

The way I'm counting sheep 

I be counting money 

Live from the roof 

Empire state 

Finna burn this bitch down 

Find the next fire escape 

I'm high so nothing ain't farfetched 

Out in Houston with my rocket no... 

Fuck with that Street Fam 

Fuck with that Loso 

Come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go 

Giving back to the hood be what I call it 

Smoke grand daddy Kush 

I'm in orbit 

If they ain't with the family they weirdos 

Smoking all out 

Swagger to the max 

Bad bitches holla 

I just holla back 

My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em 

Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though 

Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really