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Lyrics for Trade It All Ft Jagged Edge by Fabolous:
| | | Artist: | Fabolous |
| | Album: | Ghetto Fabolous | | Track: | Trade It All Ft Jagged Edge | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 228 | | | | Lyrics: | Fabolous talking)
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than
everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've never been
so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow
for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So
to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those
yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no
more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine,
you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those
drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing
in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let
your middle finger be seen, it's on
(Chorus - Jagged Edge)
Girl I'd trade it all,
money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to
have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it,
yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh
yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it
all
(Fabolous)
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and
roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them
see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose
toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I
ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a
thick set of thighs and struts like......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I
think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would
lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I
started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for
real
(Chorus)
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm
a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and
stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let
a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin
'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh
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