Fabolous - Black Girl Lost (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Hello? What's up, girl? Ain't nothin', this n***a in here stressin' Talkin' that old off-the-wall back-to-Africa sh** again What, that God body sh**? Yeah, that dumb sh**, I'm tryin' to get up out of here I hear that, but, yo, you know the spot is pumpin' tonight Word, for real, where? You know, where the real n***as is poppin' the Cristal Not that White Star Ha-ha, word, where the real n***as at? [Verse 1] Yo, they just want a n***a to lose; Mayweather-Pac-Man Government don't play fair, they'd rather backhand Cops k**in' us left and right, pray for the black man I'm tryin' to get that Creflo Dollar, faithfully stack bands And, listen, I refuse to let 'em jack the O.G Yeah, you's a n***a like a black emoji I got the LTE flows, you n***as still a 4G I'm Nino Brown on a roof and you got to go, G Am I my brother's keeper? My brother keep a (-) on the hip, not a beeper, he the reaper Black hoodie on, turn you to a hard sleeper Turn your peoples into weepers, your chick a leaper Jumped on your boy and gave it to me for cheaper Probably cause you shallow and my pockets is deeper I just want it on a late night, he could keep her Pick her up in the Wrangler, jeepers creepers Scary movie, she be runnin', but she keep fallin' Now she ballin', she love it that my seats' Spalding That's ball leather, it gets cooler like fall weather We meet up at the Four Seasons, that's all weather The sad part: he don't even know he lost her He don't drink, but she do say he double-crossed her You probably won't get that 'til you look at the bottle There's a message in it, baby, just look in the bottom Shorty, don't lose yourself tryin' to look like these models Cause it's way more to life bookings and bottles Lookin' for follows, hook up for swallow Some n***a with a big cheque, yeah, you lookin' for lotto Owe you dollar and a dream, b**hes Powerball b**hes Win 4Life, Mega Millions, pick four b**hes Lookin' for a n***a that (-) four b**hes Settin' thirst traps, got to click more pictures That's a lick for b**hes, ride the dick, raw b**hes Have a baby by the n***a, make him trick more riches Damn, she just want to play with them boss toys Lex' coupes, the Beamers and the Benz, Lost Boys Think they got a good one, lock her down and wife her Found out she a scared bitter, not a lifer Couple rappers in her circle, p**y in a cypher f**ed the boss and the shooter, she Michelle Pfeiffer Scarface sh**, caption like 'I only f** with bosses' 'The biggest ones, #TheRickRosses' Yeah, you with the winnin' team, but you takin' losses Shout-out to the college girls out here takin' courses Just because they in school, but never get no credit We follow hoes that don't know where they headed But I ain't preachin', I ain't tryin' minister nothin' But f** her bad, you better get a business or somethin' You better stack this and flip instead of spinnin' some stuntin' Before your dope boy boo catch a sinister stunin' Cause I, I remember how that girl flossed Now look at her, that girl lost