Lyrics:
been slidin
I'm with yo bitch would've fucked but we Vibin
I don't a dick but yo bitch she still ridin
Slide past yo block make it rain with some lightin
myself
I had to make it rain
Make it rain
You better pay me my respect
I came up from nothing
Came up from nothing
I eat my plate tonight n left
Too many
on muhammed ali
On the mic, I'm like the man muhammed ali
Box 'em in from the pressure, make it hard to breathe
Like dat gay guy wit tracks, I bob and weave
Hey, I’m calling you back.
Oh, she’s been a bitch tonight!
And by bitch I mean this rain
No cabs, nowhere.
So I had to put on the wig,
Run this bitch like a hundred meters
Make it rain like I change the seasons
Hurricane it's insane Katrina
Spit like I mean it I got them drugs if u need
the foggy mornings and rain before I could barely run
I was barely one
I was fat as fuck
I grew from a tiny dimple dumpling to something that make your zaddy
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
Of my terrain; dig it; I came too far to front
So I'm meditatin' on how to maintain
Stepped off at City Hall into the rain
And ran into my nigga named
think that killing's living real
Shorty's is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I
know?
Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggas think
And help you check a fat-ass bank,
So
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across
Looking for the exit to this maze
All this heavy pressure in my brain
I'm the weather man when it rains
Formulate a plan to make a change
Open
goes
Ur bitch cant even talk my whole dick inside her throat
In my iphone New fat ass chick but i keep it low
In the Green burning but weather is cold
U
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
bust as well Joe
Check the mic
Make sure it sounds right boy
Check the mic
Make sure it sounds right boy
Listen to the beat
and the funky funky rhymes
I ain't never gonna make this shit up
Everything's in five
Real deal won't got his stuff in the sheet
Got sticks on his brother if he want it from me
a bitch they gotta bitch
That's why they call it the trap
Very few make it out of it
From where the rain fall
Lead rain, the pain, bleeding a faint heart
cup of Joe, that's a big tax
Going to Pappadeaux, big bags
"Exotic my dishes" a rich brag
It's a S/O to Drake, so a rich flex
Boy, she never dry with
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
make it rain in the Club Wear a Poncho
Got purple rain in my cup feel like Fat Joe
I'm Leaning I'm Leaning I'm Leaning
I'm Leaning, So Lean Back
They
think this a game
All my bloods pour a lot like they're shootin' rain
By my lonely, I've been grindin', tryin' to get this cheddar
You disrespect me, I
by the way i cough
Cough cough cough
You can tell by the way I cough
You can tell by the way I talk to the
Manager I make the calls
Yeah I make
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