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    "Why Wouldn't I" Lyrics

    Fabolous

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    [Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
    Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
    Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
    Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
    (Why wouldn't they Fab?)
    Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh

    [Fabolous]
    Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
    In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
    I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
    With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops

    [Paul Cain]
    I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
    Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
    Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
    The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides

    [Fabolous]
    Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
    This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
    Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
    Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

    [Paul Cain]
    Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
    A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
    That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
    Off the love I can't

    [Fabolous]
    Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
    After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

    [Paul Cain]
    The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
    We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta

    [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
    Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
    Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
    (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
    And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
    Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
    Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
    (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
    Why wouldn't I what?

    [Paul Cain]
    Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all (ok)
    Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
    Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
    The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
    Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
    With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
    So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
    To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah)
    Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
    Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that

    [Fabolous]
    Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)
    And academic sample the laws (uh huh)
    Hypnotic samples the poor (woo)
    The European sample is all (yeah)
    Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
    It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
    Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
    The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
    That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
    I keep kefs jammed in the four
    Amp meter draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog

    [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
    Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
    Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
    (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
    And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
    Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
    Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
    (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
    Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?

    [Fabolous]
    After a million scanned on it (yeah)
    Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)
    Only reason you in my face ma'am
    Is cause i got the same mic/mike stat Jordan had on the "Space Jam"

    [Paul Cain]
    Why wouldn't I chase chips
    Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
    Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
    Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement

    [Fabolous]
    Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
    Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse
    I oughta feel some remorse
    Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche

    [Paul Cain]
    Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
    Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss
    Spend summers in my Sicily loft
    Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
    (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll
    Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados

    [Fabolous]
    Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
    Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes

    [Chorus - 2X]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing.
    Written by John Jackson, John David Jackson, Paul Cain, S. Brown.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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