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Lullaby
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Lullaby was released on January 1, 2009 by Fabolous / Desert Storm as a part of the album Loso's Way
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2009
LabelFabolous / Desert Storm
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Performer
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Jackson
John Jackson
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Street fi di di damn
La la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
[Verse 2]
Let's go
And I ain't gotta tell y'all who I be
'Cause these hundred dollar bills are like baller ID
And I get under ****'s skin
They should call me "IV"
But if you try me, ****, I will be your caller ID
And that means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in pocket like wallets
'Cause you can't see me
Close eyelids
Huh, nitey night
I'm with a model chick
Tyra thick, Heidi's height
Body suits, body tight
Yeah, I clean up nice
Catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci'd down to the tidy whites
Ok it's loso
Everybody knows so
My son is the heir to the throne, Prince Joso
So daddy need money
Mommy need new truies
Baby needs shoes
Preferably the new Louis
The swagger's in his genes
He was born fly
Them Philly bitches say the ball keep his jaw fly
Then Reggie Kush shot us up in Californi
[Verse 3]
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 4]
Yeah, sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
[Verse 5]
Hush little lame ****, don't say a word
Y'all don't know the half, not even a third
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard
She tried to pull my fly south
I ain't want the bird
'Cause I been chillin' these hoes
These **** just drop dead
In the drop head
All we do is bop heads
To the side,
Like Busta in the Pepsi ad
With my Colombiana mama
Yep she bad (she bad)
She in the latest shoe that Guiseppe had
Blow game like the late Dizzy Gillespie had
That's some good jaw
Pop quiz, good score
She call her pussy Medellin
That good raw
For you little cheap fucks, hood whores
You **** soft in the middle
Call them hood smalls
Everybody on the block going cuckoo
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo
Birds poppin' out
Sittin' on the hood
Check my bird droppings out
I'm shittin' on the hood
Sleepy time, ****
The hand that rocks the cradle for your nursery rhyme, ****
It's bed time
Nice
[Verse 6]
La la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
La
La
La
[Verse 7]
Sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
Sing 'em a lullaby
[Verse 8]
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Written by: Alan Maman, John Jackson
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