Fabolous - Soul Food (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Fabolous - Soul Food (en) Lyrics
Time to put in work, we
all got a job ta do
I light a joint then ask myself
what would pablo do
Comin thru wit the paper
plates like ba b cue's
Got the haters shaking they
head like the bobbles do
But its all for my family
The goal wasn't live middle
class and buy camry's
I want us all to eat, even
if from my pantry
I guess I'm just more soul
food then eye candy
Feel like these young niggas
need more eye jammy's
More passport stamps,
less trips to miami
Yeah bro we all need a lil
culture
A lil time away from the bird
ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to
hear, not tryna insult ya
I'm too old to kid ya,
so I gotta adult ya
Listen, shit is getting outta
hand
Like fumbles in football,
I humblely put y'all
In y'all fucking place, that's
my ocd
I give a bitch a lil bit
but it's mostly d
I be in the rolls royce
knocking ghost cd
Supreme clientele, all I
know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it
wasn't no thanks given
Pour out a lil liquor for
homies who ain't living
Big dinner shit baby, everybody
up in here
Find what you bring to the table,
then pull up a chair
You see
Without hope there ain't
nothing
I like this shit
You should love it
Let's finish
the game billy...
Do something and stop stalling
that silly...
The bor over there just drawling
that's philly...
Invisible set f -class
that's chilly...
Life is short defs fast
that's illy....
When your whole crew got
cash that's willy....
To everybody living it up
u gotta feel me...
And nah I ain't giving it
up u gotta kill me...
Whoever u look up to ask
him I'm a real g...
As far as this rap shit
go I got reality...
Before being signed to a major
I had a real key...
And I ain't trying to play you I'm
trying to give u the real me...
Almost twenty years in the
game and I'm still me...
Niggas fear hearing my name
I got skills b...
Boy the girl the weed
I got pills b...
How many other owners u know
that play the field b...
No license or registration that's
where the steel b....
Honors in your pocket your heart
that's where the will be
U from the good cop out
even if not guilty...
Rich ain't good enough nigga
I'm not filthy...
I'm hardcore rugged and
ruff im not silky...
Guns under mattress, money
is where the quilt be
This is the last
supper here,
Last time we break bread
so pull up a chair
Yeah
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