Fabolous – Do It Again Freestyle

Back for another round of “Friday Night Freestyles,” Loso goes Jigga & Brooklyn once again by going with yet another 90s staple in the form of Hov’s classic ol. 3… Life and Times of S. Carter, “Do It Again.”

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  Fabolous - Do It Again Freestyle Lyrics

  [Intro]
  Live from the 702, y'all know what this is
  Ta-ha, thank God it's Friday
  Felt it was only right
  In case you ain't think I could do it again
  Oh, I'm a do it again
  That Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha
  
  [Hook]
  Throw they hands up (Yeah)
  Throw they hands up (Oh)
  Throw they hands up (Oh)
  Throw they hands up (Yeah)
  
  Throw they hands up (Yeah)
  Throw they hands up (Yeah)
  Throw they hands up (Yeah)
  Throw they hands up
  
  [Verse 1]
  You know how your boy come through on a Friday
  I'm a smooth operator like Sade
  I'll put you in your place like valet
  But they ain't really about nothin' like Wale
  Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no album
  Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
  Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
  You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
  You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no Malcolm
  Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
  No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' White
  But she could catch it like them if her body tight
  If she walkin', lose her naughties, right
  If she stretch it like Pilates, right
  If she ride it like Ducati bikes
  But you ain't fuckin' everybody, right?
  You ain't out here bein' thotty, right?
  I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the club
  I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club
  Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
  Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
  See, you know how I be, posted up on IG
  Get under they skin like IV
  Check a Internet thug down by IP
  He ain't carry guns, all he carry was ID
  And, see, now a nigga bitchin' up
  Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
  How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?
  
  [Bridge]
  1 a.m., on my way to the club
  2 a.m., it was goin' up
  3 a.m., bad bitches with us
  4 a.m., now they leavin' with us
  5 a.m., at the after hours
  6 a.m., now we at the house
  6:15, I be diggin' her out
  7:15, Uber in route
  8 a.m., ESPN
  1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again
  We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
  
  [Verse 2]
  How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
  When all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
  New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels
  Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
  Don't come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
  I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl
  All I be givin' is some G to your girl
  Dick in a box from me to your girl
  So, you got a flow, that's cool with me
  I hear the freestyles, that's cool with me
  I see your little cars, little jewelries
  But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
  You know that funeral flow spit eulogies
  You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
  Put some gas in the game, few jewels for me
  You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
  I just hit two mil on the Instagram
  I should post two mil on the Instagram
  Get this on if you ever go against the fam
  I sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan
  Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
  When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
  The wave is mine, I never wiped out
  If you was countin', you would have less to type out
  Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
  Fuck that, everybody, come on
  
  [Hook]
  Throw they hands up
  Throw they hands up
  
  [Bridge]
  
  [Outro]
  Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
  Desert Storm, that kid Loso
  Bar for bar, best in the game, nigga
  I said it, uh-huh, live from the 712
  That street fam
  Throw they hands up