Damn Fabolous

Unh. It's the duh-duh-duh-duh-duhduhduhduhduhduh-damn

[Intro]
Damn, it the way he grab on himself
Before he getting closer to you, girls be like damn
Damn, it's the wife beater
Wish you were the one in the drop top two seater
Damn, I can't blame him
If he wasn't mine shit, I would try to claim him
Cause he's so fly, I'm so fly
You play yourself if you try to deny it, damn

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I'm nothin' like the other brother
I got no choice but to slut her
Cause I'm in a tan six with a base gut
That look something like a nutta-butta duhduhduhduh
Mami you'll be in St. Tropez
Riding jet skis and mopeds, nodding like dopeheads
Paparazzi snapping pictures, they must think you J. Lopez (bitch)
Let's roast in spinach, hit a club and just post up in it
What you mean are we here yet?
I got a lear jet that gets to the west coast in minutes (hehe)
I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge and white and yellow studs
Cause if they witness how I'm killing them out here
These girls just might go tell the judge I rest my case