Lyrics:
likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want a big freak, fat and sloppy
I kick on back, and watch
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
ass, I make it rain, ho (yeah, ho)
I'll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat
Strip club and dollar bills
I still got more money
Patrón
could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now don't rewind, get it the first time
Shouldn't have to repeat
wanna make it rain down on you, fat Joe
You know, before you go, let me get you up out your stilettos
in a VIP private suite, baby
Yeah
Cause you know
and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I
fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby do you wanna see me drift
Ion wanna go sideways
Ion wanna go sideways
The weed make me feel ok
Smoke an ounce
Guess they never took a peep at the cash that I stash in my mattress
I get bread, fat chicks
City on my back, Atlas
Another beat killed by my pencil
Say
the whizz
Its the real goat
Got the Draco on reload
Get a pen a paper yeah take notes
Make it rain yeah banknotes
Controlling this bitch like a remote
Hey
up a fat nest egg
I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but
relate homes, I'm on the fucking streets
Believe it or not, I'm sure there be calmer situations
When dirty cops approach me joe, I'm on probation
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
make it rain flow
Get my homie make it painful
Just gimme the loot fore my homie break an ankle
Lunch on the track, Beans, Inc in the trap
Riding 4
down
Silencer on the glizzy, it won't make a sound
If you get out ya top, you can hit with some rounds
We killing this nigga, his brain's on the ground
wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat
wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat
got 2 know how 2 make love 2 me, below and above me
In the back of my bmw "z"
The bang bang boogie, you will give it 2 me
'cause johnny will make you
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
me (nigga like me)
You should try to love on me
Bumbaclot God, I'mma make it alright
I seen her walk by and it caught my eye
That ass so super fat
She big, ass fat, count stacks, bust it open, do a split
Work the pole, do that backwards, shorty
I can make you famous
Let me see you reach the climax,
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
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