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    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

    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


    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

    (Chorus) 3x

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