Trade It All lyrics
by Fabolous
(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, yeahYou're the one baby girl, I've never been so sureYour skin's so pure, the type men go forThe type I drive the Benz slow forThe type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows forNever been no whoreSo to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those storesThis, that, and those yoursAs long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show forYou ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your handYou ain't gotta say "we just friends" no moreI shine, you shine, it never been no flawsI ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers'Cause every king need a queenAnd with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in betweenIt ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the greenAnd let your middle finger be seen, it's on(Chorus - Jagged Edge)Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everythingAll, 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 greenAll, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)All, anything to have you on my teamAll, baby girl I'd trade it all(Fabolous)Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and rollLike Stockton and Malone when we play the mallI be goin out my way to call'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too smallThem see-through tops with your titties exposedWhen you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as thoseThat blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braidsAnd I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shadesBust right, thus tightGot a thick set of thighs and struts like......uhYo' the game taught this brother to mackBut I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with MacYou got everything that others would lackAlong with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-SYour patience I personally admire'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real(Chorus)There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"I done it wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my babyYou know how tight that my day beAnd how long and stressin them flights to L.A. beAin't no rumor gon' get back to your friendsBefore I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the penFront to back you a tenYou got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh(Chorus) 3x
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