Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

Fabolous Ft. Red Cafe & Trey Songz - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I’ll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I’ll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average

[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I’m in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I’m living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I’m sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh
Now I’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I aint talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]

Fabolous - I'ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Fabolous - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Meek Milly wattup boy?
Loso the boss
Maybach, the family

Stand up nigga looking down on a slouch
I got a thing for putting footprints in the couch
Nigga mad cause his chick in my section
Take it the wrong way, he dead, die-rection
Come through in the AM, y’all thought the morning
I mean thta Aston Martin, see my thoughts are foreign
I f-ck with real niggas who like to pop some tags
I dig a chick who ’bout her money, got some ass

So I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I’d admit it
She said “no you f-cking don’t Fab, you just wanna hit it”
Okay girl you got me, but I’m with it, if you with it
I just wanna hear make them funny voices while we did it
I’ma BOSS (boss)
That mean your man run shit
She got a man, but I’m who her man come get
New management, Hermes done with
She let me score, thats foul, And 1 bitch