Where My Girls At?

Uh huh, uh huh, Fabolous, 702 Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Now of these other chicks don't even come close to you Anythin' less than a dime, ain't negotiable There holla Fabolous when I swing the Testarossa through Maybe cause I'm close to Clue, I be in posters too I rock so much ice, you need shades for a closer view I beep the horn, that's the most I do Like what this player supposed to do Fuck it, pack your bags, let's spend the weekend in Costa boo You feelin' that? See he's my property and any girl that touch I might just call your bluff 'Cause I don't give a fuck Who are you to call my cell Oh I'm a wish you well Cause any girl that tried has fell Where my girls at From the front to back Well is you feelin' that Well put one hand up, can you repeat that Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that So don't play yourself Where my girls at From the front to back Well is you feelin' that Well put one hand up, can you repeat that Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't you violate me Cause I'm a make ya hate me If you decide to mess with mine Shrunk you down to size Make ya realize You done messed up this time You must learn the rules Don't come close to Anything that belongs to me He is my, my property So you must leave Uh huh, uh huh, Where my girls at? Fabolous, F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S Uh, uh, uh Don't front ma, who kept you rockin' all the stones? Hit the mall, you can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone Must of dropped bread on my skew, girls be flockin' to my home When I got a case, quick tryin' to get Cochran on the phone Chicks don't want you in karats, that make your pinkie finger glow They want to argue and are fightin' on the Jerry Springer show Yours friends want Fabolous, there's more fishes in the sea Schemin' since I put the deep dishes on the V Just to let you know, it's nothin' when you ask for green Took you to Cristal, for them cats and cream I'm the one that had you rockin Icebergs to affairs Icebergs for your gear, Icebergs in your hair I don't know how them dirty birds got the cell digits When I come home you pat me down like jail visits All I want to do is stay close to you Fabolous, Desert Storm, 702 Ya heard You must learn the rules Don't come close to Anything that belongs to me He is my, my property So you must leave

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