WYFL Freestyle – Brooklyn Badness Lyrics – Fabolous

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## Touchdown

We are here to ensure that the thing run smooth
And we have no apologize want to look
Just touchdown in the yard, celebration dance
Touchdown with the squad, this is not a local touchdown
We abroad, let’s rap about it though

Touchdown like the bank like TD
Touchdown with the card
Pick six to kick it, touchdown with the broads
She on all fours, touchdown like a quad
So I had to run it back, touchdown 100 yards

Keep me in the end zone, not the friend zone
Got to get you gemstones on your skin tone
Fruity pebbles for the 10, not a tin dome
Ash make the bedrock like the Flintstones
Tricks of a kids and it’s money been grown
And I get under skin like a ingrown
Up on these, you would think I sent drones
Where they try to cross, you would think I went chrome

Trying to get me on camp for pink phone
Trying to dip with my Jew Wells like I’m Jim Jones
We don’t really book rooms, rent homes
Put away that sprint phone or get sent home
It’s a secret society, all we ask is trust
Only doing it to the max is us
Paper coming through like they was faxing us
So we got to keep chop like it’s a axe with us

West like it’s say in a kick
That’s how we stepping through that A76
Cake very thick like a plates never miss
Taste like rum punch, take every sip
Yo, I used to serve a J that was cool as LL

I was selling butter soft like a pel pel
I remember backsp 12
Now I’m doing bad mind 1212

First night drinking light, just chilling drinking life
Then it’s back to the villa where the tings link them dice
Tell them follow Porsche truck, hit the blinker lights
Next day hit the next party, pink and white
Then we go tropical, heard it be popping tool
Rain can’t shut it down, vibes unstoppable

My dog Antne just sent the address
And big Larry bringing Brooklyn badness
We only got room for another bad girl
It’s a Sunday, hopping like the rabbits
Shout out this late, got the Rick on display
Know I had to come silky when I came to risque, hey