Fabares Shelley

Fabares Shelley - See You In September lyrics


They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches

Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches

Switching lane to lane, make em respect my fucking brain

I'm coming down shining, candy painted wood grain

I'm cruising down the street (uh-oooooh), real slow

What the fuck are they yelling (there it go, T-Bo)

Yeah you right, you fucking right that's me

Beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously


I paid the cost to be the boss, up in this here floss shit

Hit the lot went by the knot, don't even ask what the cost is

It's hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got to come off it

Lane to lane, with a slim Diana Ross bitch

You might see me hit the slab, big car candy green

Don't blink hit the corner, it's a flipping tangerine

Lil' kids telling they mama, did you see what I just seen

What that white boy acting a ass, in a truck so clean

Be mugging haters, like it ain't no thang mayn

I make them bitches oochie wally, while my thugs oochie bang bang

Maintain, my name up in this dirty rap game

Like M and Dre did, me and B-Rock gon do the same thang

Police point and stare, they don't turn around

That big body truck'll, burn em down

Keep that thang on my seat, in case them haters try to clown

T-Bo the Firecracker, so you know I'm coming down



I'm coming down shining, like a shooting star

I'm ice grilling haters, won't give a fuck who you are

You mad cause my rims, cost a lil' bit more than your car

Now does that make me stupid, or a superstar

The things I'm bout to do to you, y'all ain't ready

Coming down down baby, but I ain't Nelly

Watch my rims chop, cut chop like a mechetti

22 inch Perelli's, on a Avalanche Chevy

I hit the intersection, gripping my gun tight

The police pull me over, but hogging the sunlight

Like don't be mad at me lil' daddy, cause your shit don't run right

You out shining me, is like bringing a knife to a gun fight

Cause I'ma be the bucket, with the interior tore out

Do a 2003 Lexus, with the brains blowed out

And everywhere I go, you know that I'ma show off

T-Bo going multi-platinum bitch, no doubt


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