Lyrics Black Girl Lost - Fabolous
Hello?
What′s
up,
girl?
Ain't
nothin′,
this
nigga
in
here
stressin'
Talkin'
that
old
off-the-wall
back-to-Africa
shit
again
What,
that
God
body
shit?
Yeah,
that
dumb
shit,
I′m
tryin′
to
get
up
out
of
here
I
hear
that,
but,
yo,
you
know
the
spot
is
pumpin'
tonight
Word,
for
real,
where?
You
know,
where
the
real
niggas
is
poppin′
the
Cristal
Not
that
White
Star
Ha-ha,
word,
where
the
real
niggas
at?
Yo,
they
just
want
a
nigga
to
lose;
Mayweather-Pac-Man
Government
don't
play
fair,
they′d
rather
backhand
Cops
killin'
us
left
and
right,
pray
for
the
black
man
I′m
tryin'
to
get
that
Creflo
Dollar,
faithfully
stack
bands
And,
listen,
I
refuse
to
let
'em
jack
the
O.G
Yeah,
you′s
a
nigga
like
a
black
emoji
I
got
the
LTE
flows,
you
niggas
still
a
4G
I′m
Nino
Brown
on
a
roof
and
you
got
to
go,
G
Am
I
my
brother's
keeper?
My
brother
keep
a
(-)
on
the
hip,
not
a
beeper,
he
the
reaper
Black
hoodie
on,
turn
you
to
a
hard
sleeper
Turn
your
peoples
into
weepers,
your
chick
a
leaper
Jumped
on
your
boy
and
gave
it
to
me
for
cheaper
Probably
cause
you
shallow
and
my
pockets
is
deeper
I
just
want
it
on
a
late
night,
he
could
keep
her
Pick
her
up
in
the
Wrangler,
jeepers
creepers
Scary
movie,
she
be
runnin′,
but
she
keep
fallin'
Now
she
ballin′,
she
love
it
that
my
seats'
Spalding
That′s
ball
leather,
it
gets
cooler
like
fall
weather
We
meet
up
at
the
Four
Seasons,
that's
all
weather
The
sad
part:
he
don't
even
know
he
lost
her
He
don′t
drink,
but
she
do
say
he
double-crossed
her
You
probably
won′t
get
that
'til
you
look
at
the
bottle
There′s
a
message
in
it,
baby,
just
look
in
the
bottom
Shorty,
don't
lose
yourself
tryin′
to
look
like
these
models
Cause
it's
way
more
to
life
than
bookings
and
bottles
Lookin′
for
follows,
up
for
swallow
Some
nigga
with
a
big
cheque,
yeah,
you
lookin'
for
lotto
Owe
you
dollar
and
a
dream,
bitches
Powerball
bitches
Win
4Life,
Mega
Millions,
pick
four
bitches
Lookin'
for
a
nigga
that′s
6′4",
bitches
Settin'
thirst
traps,
got
to
click
more
pictures
That′s
a
lick
for
bitches,
ride
the
dick,
raw
bitches
Have
a
baby
by
the
nigga,
make
him
trick
more
riches
Damn,
she
just
want
to
play
with
them
boss
toys
Lex'
coupes,
the
Beamers
and
the
Benz,
Lost
Boys
Think
they
got
a
good
one,
lock
her
down
and
wife
her
Found
out
she
a
scared
bitter,
not
a
lifer
Couple
rappers
in
her
circle,
pussy
in
a
cypher
Fucked
the
boss
and
the
shooter,
she
Michelle
Pfeiffer
Scarface
shit,
caption
like
′I
only
fuck
with
bosses'
′The
biggest
ones,
#TheRickRosses'
Yeah,
you
with
the
winnin'
team,
but
you
takin′
losses
Shout-out
to
the
college
girls
out
here
takin′
courses
Just
because
they
in
school,
but
never
get
no
credit
We
follow
hoes
that
don't
know
where
they
headed
But
I
ain′t
preachin',
I
ain′t
tryin'
minister
nothin′
But
fuck
a
bag,
you
better
get
a
business
or
somethin'
You
better
stack
this
and
flip
instead
of
spinnin'
some
stuntin′
Before
your
dope
boy
boo
catch
a
sentence
or
somethin′
Cause
I,
I
remember
how
that
girl
flossed
Now
look
at
her,
that
girl
lost
1 Fabolous Reminisces Intro
2 Ain't Nuthin Ta F*ck Wit
3 BAS
4 Shook Ones
5 Told Ya
6 Who Do You Love
7 Quiet Storm
8 The World Is Yours
9 Black Girl Lost
10 All For The Money
11 Been Around The World
12 Will Smith Sway
13 Walk In NY
14 Do It Again
15 Life's A B*tch
16 Affirmative Action
17 Sound Bwoy Buriell
18 Fabolous Reminisces Outro
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