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letra de mo' cars mo' hoes - fabolous

“mo’ cars, mo’ hoes” (repeating in backround)
yes kids.
it’s ‘loso.

you know.
(i rhyme a few bars so i can buy a few cars/
kick a few flows so i can get a few hoes/) x3
[cannon-cannon]
street fiddiddiddidam.
get that sh-t done.

verse 1 [fabolous]:
i get bored quick, i switch cars every five days/
it looks like a traffic jam in my driveway/
got ’em b-mper-to-b-mper, they come with the lumber/
’07 and ’06, i’m jumpin’ the number/
she thumbin’ her number, i hump her and dump her/
make her gimme head, face like she pumpin’ a jumper/
they know i’m hood rich, and i’m ‘trump’ of the pumpers/
i run with the shooters, forrest gump with the dumpers/
lambo loso, flyin’ spur (spears?)/
gotcha b-tch on the right, she mindin’ her biz/
you never seen a face fine as hers is/
ya lame -ss prolly home mindin’ her kids/
bad–ss son, say all kinda curses/
grown daughter wear heels, and designer purses/
i prolly wheel ’em past, 20’s pokin’ out tires/
your robin william -ss, playin’ mrs. doubtfire/
you get your mouth wired…like a money transfer/
you call my phone again, i might just let ya honey answer/
house full of hoes, they call me the ‘bunny rancher’/
the young dennis hoff’, holla at me when it’s off/

verse 2 [freck billionaire]:
you need a mule for the work, n-gg- i know m-sses/
this little b-tch name jackie, we call her ‘o-in–sses’/
and we don’t use the bank n-gg-, we do it old fashioned/
right on top of the boxspring, no mattress/
king-size, but right now, it’s full of cash/
n-gg-s call me the dentist, they know i pull it fast/
i know you hatin’ n-gg-s, wanna let your bullets blast/
the xlr fully armored, with the bullet gl-ss/
i got my kleats on, you never catch me slippin’ black/
red, white and blue tags, call ’em the diplomats/
it’s a fact, you would think i had immunity/
i came from a hood n-gg-, not a community/
trump towers, you ain’t got the same room as me/
i spray ya whole click, killin’ y’all in unity/
philly freck got more bars, more flows/(mo’ cars, mo’ hoes)
if it costs a quarter mill, then trust me, ya boy got it/
it cost a hundred thou, then trust me, i boycott it/
we make it rain in the club, them other dudes cheap/
i p-ss that paper out, sorta like it’s loose-leaf/

- fabolous

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