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Fabolous - Текст песни The Wake
It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
 He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
 Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do
 We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition
 We can start the funeral service
 First off I wanna send my condolences
 First off I wanna send my condolences
 First off I wanna send my condolences
 Rest in peace to the competition, yeah
 Rest in peace to the competition
 What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right?
 Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
 Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
 Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
 Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da
 I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
 And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
 I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
 And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
 Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me
 I am an illusion, really what you cannot see
 So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
 We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee
 And I hate you niggas, no Nazi
 But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
 Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride
 My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo
 And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice
 There Is No Competition 2
 It's good to wake up look in the mirror
 And the only competition's you
 And even that nigga ain't seein' me
 My reflection have a hard time bein' me
 So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead itFabolous - The Wake - http://ru.motolyrics.com/fabolous/the-wake-lyrics.html
 I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it
 I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit
 And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics
 Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
 First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner
 My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida
 I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her
 Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
 Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas
 Time to depart, I book flights, nigga
 Wassup son? What it look like, nigga?
 Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots
 Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes
 Black card, black jewels, black party bag
 Black Friday, throw it in a body bag
 Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud
 African plug, that's what I call a black chord
 Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys
 Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees
 Black limos, black town cars, black hearses
 Black register books signed in black cursive
 Black tears, white tissues outta black purses
 That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses
 The wake, it's the wake right here
 Come before the funeral, nigga
 They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
 I'm killing these niggas
 And I'm the undertaker, Drama
 With the body in the bag
 All these niggas is dead
 You look around, they're all dead
This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice














