Correction Lyrics F.a.b. by B.o.B

Featuring(s) : F.a.b.

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F.A.B (F.A.B, huh)
Stand for f- f- f-, and burg-, burg- burg- (Og, og, og)

OGs [?], OZs f**king up, your street, east side, know me
I'm from, old streets [?] Decatur
I feel like a doctor, testing all my patience (It's like that)
It's like that (It just be like that), it's like that (It's like that)
To the ma-max, get that, cat cat, from the, back back, c*m in, that that (And we live, let's go)
In a coupe n***a, she looking like snack, and I'm a foodie n***a
Face is blue and moody n***a (N***a), highest in a room with n***as
On a roof with snoopy n***a (N***a)
And we live, let's go
At my birth, bagged a nurse
Big steppa, finish first (Lift sh*t up)
Underground call me sir
This sh*t gold, [?]

F.a.b, f**k that bird (Huh)
Fog and blurry, flip a bird
F.a.b (Yuh, yuh), f.a.b. (Yuh, huh)
Stand for "felonies and burglary"
I'm flinching a badge, let's find you a bag (Yuh)
I use fame, to access a bag
F.a.b. bir-, bird-
Find a basket ball and flip a-, flip a-, flip a-
Ayy, excellent
She be perfect, she be excellent
She own a** from a workout that b*t*h got etiquette
Licence plate say "out of state", we don't know you here
Word to your momma, she like a drummer
She stunnana on my [?]
It's a extravaganza, I don't trust numbnuts
I be on pins and needles, acupuncture
It's nine numbers, but you get eighty summers
Got all this water on me, might be piranhas
Don't play, work out with your -, okay
And we live, let's go
She won't ride a pole, she won't drive the boat
She can't find her clothes, no roof she find that bong
Strap like G.I.Joe, step like fee, fi, fo
Casper I get ghost, keep a carpet, ice and toast

F.A.B (F.A.B, huh)
Stand for f- f- f-, and burg-, burg- burg- (Og, huh)
Stand for "felonies and burglaries"

Ain't no icons, just a lot of iconery
hood, whip that girl, call it Sean Connery
Ain't no outlets, no ain't no outlets
But somehow we still find accessory to battery, f.a.b
Pay for the pleasure, [?] to the pain (Huh)
'Till death I'm a reign, using [?] percent of my brain
It don't make no sense, work your whole life to end up in a tent
I guess that's a gist, we come to this world to go through the sh*t
I'm flinching a badge, let's find you a bag (Yuh)
I use fame, to access a bag
F.a.b. f**k that bir-, birth
Find a basket ball and flip a bird, f.a.b

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