Rap & Sex - Fabolous

Where you at?

You know I’m at the studio man, what you doing, you gon' come through?

Yeah I’mma come through.

I might rock the mic too

Haha, I bet

I just got the crib with the studio

You could say I live at the studio

Shawty come and give at the studio

All I do is rap and sex

Niggas see how I was flowin' on my last cassette

(At the studio)

Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it

Same place where the rhymes were invented

So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke

See how I was flowin' on my last cassette

Shawty came through just to hear the mixtape (Soul Tape)

Ended up starring in a sex tape

With a player from New York no Nicks tape (swish)

Might need your bitch for my next day

I come upstairs then I come get them drawers

Come back downstairs then I come up with bars

Shit feels so good it might come out tomorrow

Beat that shit up, she might come out with scars

I do not lie, I been the truth

If I’m in her box, I say that I’m in the booth

Comin' up with the headlines

That’s off the top of the head (whoa, whoa)

Heard she nasty on the mic

Go for the sloppiest head (whoa, whoa)

Then she gon' bust that thing wide

I’ma just let that thing ride (whoa, whoa)

No slow jams just street nigga rap

Want R&B smooth, get an R&B dude

Got a Range and a Benz, I make R&B moves

But I can call Trey, you in an R&B mood?

And get him to the studio

Like «wassup this Fab

Got a bad bitch with me and she up for grabs»

Talkin' bout «ask him what’s up with this collab?»

And she waitin' at the studio

Sign on the door that say «No hatin' at the studio»

And I always keep it playa at the studio

Every time she ask I say I’m at the studio

Layin' somethin' down

See how I was snappin' on my last shit

Hard start off with the soft flow

Then switch it up to some fat shit

(Feel me?)

Nigga don’t make me go your bitch

I love this shit but I don’t love your bitch

Rap, sex

All I do is Rap &sex

Pussy got me screaming, Meek Mill flow (Ho!)

Spray it like Mase (aha), speak real slow

You with a boss one, Rick Ross grunt (Huh!)

Nasty like Nas, one mic (all I need is one mic)

Best I ever had (Crazy), word to Drake

Bustin' off the grill Chiraq, murder rate (Let's get it!)

Kiss on it (Heh), excuse my French (Haan)

Hit the studio, rap and sex