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Fabolous - Sickalicious Lyrics Fabolous. If you a hater make my gun go, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka They call me F A B O L O U S You just lay down slow, nigga Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo The cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin' new clothes Bop in the hop but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an, 'It Don't Even Matter' mood And a, 'Fuck You, Pay Me', attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have 'em saying, where you get that from, boy?