Lyrics:
hit me like
"Goodz I'ma tell Cass' get ready"
I said, "Good 'cause the casket ready"
How you The Hustla but
Lookin' like the customer?
Man don't you
know I'm fat (fat)
I'm fat, come on, you know (really really fat)
Don't you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who's fat
One verse (one)
Fat boy (fat boy)
Heavyweight (I'm heavy)
Lord, forgive me for my sins, just for heaven's sakes (amen)
She gotta have a fat booty
[Trick]
I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em
Verse 1: Trick Daddy, The Lost Tribe
You can't catch me boy
Don't upset
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
And that dick get hard as hell
We can leave the bed made up
I can fuck you on the chair
A boss bro, with dogs, man I don't fuck hoes with flees
Hundred fifty
eat me
Started fuckin buckin
Through these allys bitch I'm cuttin
And you know my fat ass running
But this dog just keep on coming
And a nigga had
dog - the bulldog's claw)
Kill the policeman:
Walker done done
Me and Harpua
We couldn't care few-a
It happens all the time
We beat Okimo
(Repeat
don't drop the bomb on me
Drop the bomb on 'em
I don't want no doggone beef, see
Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, I'm the real McCoy, you
spot ain't big enough for how this fat boy live
Lemon pepper, not Louisiana rub
I let my top down, pussy niggas throw it up
305, them boys will tell you
of dollars like every year
Get outta my sight, cause you got no rights
If dont know how to fight the struggle of life, alright
You're just a fat cat kid, don't
Stay up baby don’t fall asleep
See I been thinking bout that ass all week
I been thinking bout that ass got me weak
You ain’t never met a nigga like me
give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
Let me touch it (let me
ask, why should I go with you
Then I turn around and say baby because I got that
Fat boy confidence, fat boy confidence
Fat boy confidence, fat boy
(woo), that's my dog, yeah (woo-woo)
This is dog for life, somethin' you don't know about
No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out
You know what
"Nigga, you ain't shit, you ain't gon' never be shit
And you a dog-ass nigga" (1-0-1-7)
You ain't got shit but some good ass dick
Mac Critter
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)
Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big
give me supersede
They like to roll 'em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rapping
Now
to right, left to right
Do the, I do the fat man stomp
Ladies and gentlemen, don't get it confused
It's the fat man stomp for you and you
Feel the whole
boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)
Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big
, don't lose your vibe, ah
I heard the tings him say, ah
I see the tings him do, ah
Come go with me, fat boy
And I'll be there for you
Hey, fat boy
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
Smack booked me twice
Got you pussies tight
But look it's like I don't really
Give a fuck Jaz The Rapper
You know how Jaz The Rapper don't really
Fuck so
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