Fat Niqqa Season (feat. Yooyoo Big Dee)

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ZeyBo

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I need that tabela la cia, boy
Mr. Ben Reddy, now motherfuckin' wait a minute, nigga
You know what season it is, right
Yes, sir

Talk to me
Ain't got no kids, but she callin' me her daddy
Fat nigga season, she keep rubbin' on my belly
Lil' BBL, but it's movin' like some jelly

She get the low, ain't no more fuckin', baby, tell it
Power on her heart, but she done sold it to a nigga
It's me or him, girl, you been dealin' with a killer
No celebration, but I'ma pop him like a Miller

I ate that pussy when I coulda had denim
Zabo, Ben Reddy, I'm a real ass nigga
I love my stealth kids, but I don't want no kids with ya
And Rye used to love ya, so I'ma keep it real with ya

I hit your baby mama when she used to live with ya
No more bruh chill, feel like they lost respect for me
Now I'm at they door like a nigga got a check for me
They say I lost weight, hell no, that's a check for me

I can't watch a nigga, hope you niggas get a check for me
Power up, power up, no flex
Walkin' with a 30 ball, at what the f*ck you niggas bettin'
I'm big bro and I ain't never been no lil' nigga

I'm top flow with my hoe, I'm just a hood nigga
She roll the dope, I blow the smoke, we on a different time
I never pressure her to f*ck, she sound a different kind
I'm tryna make a dollar with ya, then make you mine

Girl, let me put some knowledge on ya, then break her spine
Ain't got no kids, but she callin' me her daddy
Fat nigga season, she keep rubbin' on my belly
Lil' BBL, but it's movin' like some jelly

She get the low, ain't no more fuckin', baby, tell it
I want her heart, but she done sold it to a nigga
It's me or him, girl, you been dealin' with a killer
No celebration, I'ma pop him like a Miller

I ate that pussy when I coulda had dinner
I'm a fat nigga, trappin' out the trenches
I can't put a name on this lil' bitch, that I be fuckin' pussy different
And we ain't havin' problem, all these bitches

Yo, baby, daddy, ride past the trap, knowin' down where you in it
I know I make yo' pussy wet the way I spend no business
Baby got some class, stay in the bed, work at the clinic
When you hit his heel, go shake some ass and shake some titties

She know a nigga thuggin', I suck crack to make a livin'
Mind blown, zero tolerance, she was callin' me
I'ma smoke inside, call it rehab, I don't fall asleep
You in love with your nigga, but you end up callin' me

Can't be playin' with my feelings, I might pull up at your mama house
Damn, that pussy good, but you got nigga problems
This shit ain't healthy for a gangster, I got bigger problems
Better tell that lil' nigga I'm dangerous, we got plenty chompers

Why you gave that pussy nigga yo' heart when you got plenty options
Ain't got no kids, but she callin' me her daddy
Fat nigga season, she keep rubbin' on my belly
Lil' BBL, but it's movin' like some jelly

She get the low, ain't no more fuckin', baby, tell it
Power on the heart, but she done sold it to a nigga
It's me or him, girl, you been dealin' with a killer
No celebration, but I'ma pop him like a Miller

I ate that pussy when I coulda had denim
You know what season it is, alright
Power, power, no flexin'

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