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"Fantasea" Promo Pic
"1991" Lyrics Straight From AB's Tumblr
Oooooh la la la
Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine..
He wanna taste the pastry - chocolate croissant
C’est Soir with the bitch Cafe au Lait.
Voulez Vous, nigga’s mad françois
Who are you *****? Ha ha ha
Miss one , miss young , miss cutie pie.
Young nubi - young coochie tight,
Young juicy, young uzi might
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat knick knack pitty pat pat pat
Silly cat, you don’t have that scratch?
Why you do that do that do do that that that?
1-9-9-1 my time has come
Oh nah nah ma, your time is done
Pre-Madonna - (not primadonna) mama - like a virgin.
Private jets, my flights don’t fly virgin
I sell, you buy that’s my version
Mummy tie these rhymes that’s my verses
Oh me oh my - Illumina Princess
Pyramid - one eye on my assets,
Here it is multi, peep my progress
He took her to the louvre in Paris.
He want a chance with the youngin wanna ruin her weave.
He wanna…. Wanna juniper breeze (LOL! Remember that 90’s ass scent they had at bath & body works?)
I get the grands and the hundreds and the shoe with the bleed. (red bottoms; louboutin)
I fit the grands and the hundreds in the Lou to the V
High class , no school the tuition was free.
Little bam no fool, intuition is G.
Gimme the gem or the jewels, I’ll commission a fee.
I make hits mother****er never do it for free - huh
Young tender from the NYC
No contender- none in my league.
Young kill EM in the denims, young venom on the MIC.
Young villain been developing the heat that stick, elite rap bitch,
I cut and send the beat back quick
Tip tip & all them nigga’s suck a d-I dick.
Cause you gon be a bitch nikka, ima be that bitch - what
Come around come around.
Let the Lil Bambi run it down run it down.
Went from sippin baileys, sipping champy on the isles.
19 number naughty baby, press it on ya dial.
Sex kitten honeys - no cougars in the house.
Ima hush the rumors and the doubt…
Came in the game with a beat and a bounce.
Never for the fame, my feet on the ground.
Cloud number 9… Headed to the stars.
Maybe I arrived with my mic & my bra.
Maybe I recite in the raw..
The appetite for life & the hunger for the more.
The island of manhattan, I was born in new York.
City never slumbers…
I would always dream but never sleep to the hundreds.
Cocoa want the cream in abundance.
Million dollar baby- you can get it if you want it… What.
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I'd lose my **** to 212 live.
