Fabolous Take You Home Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, be -O, L-O, you-S
see'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, see'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)

You gotta love the way this playa be minglin
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and
That ***** got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm ****in limbos, lay on the wingfin

By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin
Tell that *****, we on our way out to England

Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin
The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin

Ma, I'm where you want to be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you want to be
Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know

[Chrous] (Lil' Mo)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight

[Verse 2]
Allright, okay...
You just gotta stay patient boo
I'm a make sure to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station through

I'm a sit in the passanger, and rock PlayStation 2
How da hell [unknown] been tweekin out
How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin dat month

You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck
Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down

I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin
I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go


[Verse 3]
I think it's just that ladies ???
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy
I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy

I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't goin' never make you feel sleezy
And I'm a put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy

I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legs up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be witt'em
Now I'm a show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em

I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin' yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro
I'll have you sprung fa sho
It ain't goin' be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me?

[Chorus until fade]

Written by: Curtis T. Bedeau, Gerard Charles, Hugh Clarke, Brian George, Lucien George, Paul Anthony George, Ken Ifill, John Jackson, John David Jackson, Ernesto Shaw
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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