Fabolous - Whatever I Wan' Do lyrics

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Fabolous - Whatever I Wan' Do lyrics

[Hook] They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 40 cal an' my n***a got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the 12 gauge an' my n***a got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do I got the Mack 11 an' my n***a got one too They wan' do whatever I wan' do So go 'head and f** around we me if they want to I hear the rumors, but n***as won't say they said it They know Duke got a shooter like J.J. Reddick You'd think n***as was G4s the way they jettedCuz when they AK's wet it Then you Peles stret it (?) They sick, I got the chick that some say they sweated But cryin' over chicks is the sh** that got AJ deaded Plus, I wipe my a** wit the pay they netted Couple scams, couple grams that's the way they get itBut me, wasn't for rap I'm probably down SouthWit the coke that give the fiends the Bobby Brown mouth Strung like Whitney, or brung like 50 It's Toxic, sh**'ll have em' sprung like Britney Now n***a, you think I'm letting a young'n get me? Without gettin' chest shots losin' a lung an' kidney?I'm trey pound revolvin', bu*terfly carvin'Starvin' ta get my jab Antonio Tarv-in Anyone bothrin' anything I'm involved in It's Gs on they head like the helmet Brett Favre inGot a girl I put the X on like she Malcolm The outcome, she get the s**in' like she a vacuumBut when it wear off, she could pull the Pam Gray off Give her a couple hours she'll knock the whole sway off Them n***as got fired, I just took a year off I really just was tired of n***as talkin' my ear off I heard it all before like Sunshine AndersonThe flow'll have n***as that's unsigned panickin' I might turn ya' back to a punchline fan again It's crazy how many n***as that one line can offend (Yo they think you talkin bout 'em Fab) But I don't give a flyin' f** Bet I got that iron tucked when I'm in that Cayenne truckI'm like crappin' out when it come ta' tryin' luck I like ya ace to the duece when you placed in the booth Another bishop, who wanna taste of the juice But you gonna end up fallin' on ya face form the roof I'm waitin' tall get the call that Mase on the loose Next time you see 'em, he'll have his face in a nooseI'm in the club snub on the waist by the boostJust a taste of the juice just ta' chase wit' the goose I need a mami who want her face introduced to the man behind the zipperAn' then I flip her You could ask the strippers, I'm a very good tipper I'm paid like a playa but move just like a skipper I gettin' older, growin' wiser I been shinin' since 3 fingers an' high-risers I tell the model chicks meet a n***a at the Plaza An' then I beat it up somethin' like a womanizer Without a doubt they walkin' out like KaiserAnd you can try me when I'm coming out but I advise ya mothaf**a