Lyrics:
of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big
I ain't 'bout a
Lot of y'all dawg, man, I need my bitches
I need my bitches
My Switzerland and bitches, the nasty
Filthy and the sleazy bitches
My
a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up
lets, oh my, make his shirts
From a six by six foot sheet?
Who laughs off the health-experts
And eats just what he wants to eat?
Ha Ha Ha, Ha, the Fat
my sweat cause that was a close call
gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson
So is there any more questions?
Yes, as a matter of fact, there is
Have
to raise my cock
This year, I voted for Joe
Not for BLM, or the melting snow
I saw a couple speeches and
I got a couple boners
That's enough for me, you
without the drink
Concrete diamonds, lay out chains on the ground and make a skating rink
My mans will slap a nigga at the award show like I'm Jada Pink'
, where're you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where're you goin' with that gun in your hand?
I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady
You know I found
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
my fists connect, they causin major injuries
What you know Junior? You not evil
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I
Fat Joe
They try to box me in I go everywhere that I can't go
This shit factual
This shit natural
This is spectacular I feel it coming like I'm with my
Yeah, it's time to let 'em know how I got this here
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, got this in a smash,
Know what I'm saying?
Showbiz, Diamond D, check
I'm gon' have to break it
Fat woods, back to back, nigga, and I'm gon' face it
Pains in my chest when I wake up, get your name, man
Man, that's my day
[Joe]
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I c-c-c-c-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
got gats
I got women on my back
I got stacks, I got racks
Man, my pockets stay fat
I got stacks, I got weed
I got whatever you need
I got women by
got the somali, rolls on my mind
[Geechie Suede]
In france I dance by the moon
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some
on my fat cock bitch
Cum up on your carpet
Women overrated
Me and Zoom we faded
Oh man, shot 'em off the map like it's Fortnite
Hold tight, roll you
been pressed by a bitch (by a bitch)
Murder and the money on my mind (on my mind)
My palm and my trigger finger itch, bitch
I been in my bag (bag),
stay by it, her ting sent man to sleep cuz I lay by it
Pockets fat not slim like Gaza, Im in Mirage ski what we on after?
My advice is u go get armour,
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out ?
(Welcome to California, biatch)
Ski's not the only place sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you
my grandfather's fedora and some cheap brut
And went up the street to Joe's with my loot
We met up with some cats we knew from the day
We took
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