Lyrics:
fucked by a fat dog
Fuck Lil Smelli I'm just kidding he get fat guap
Got a fat knot in my pocket for the kush shop
Got a fat belly cuz I eat what I fucking
Stacks
Fat ass she tryna get famous
Girl she so dangerous
When I'm in it i cant mantain it
Imma beat some more entertain it
Lil shorty look good
There's too much money here
There no way!
That these people should own planes
And there's people that don't have houses
Apartments
Shacks
Drawers
That pussy magic no not everyone can have it
Even Trump too scared to grab it
No not everyone everyone
That ass so fat with a PH balance tastes so
creepers
Old folks up the way tellin, watch them old peepers
Task force hunting niggaz, street sweepers
Knocks askin who got it
Fat rocks (I got it)
A soft
Pocket fat just like Shaq
She throw me that break her back
Dam I'm feeling like I'm Shaq
Big racks look like Shaq
Pocket fat just like Shaq
She throw
yacked
Ass so fat wit' a waist so slim
Uh uh that fat, fatty
Big body whip decapitated
My drip she fascinated
Grind so hard I had to make it
Toast up
it)
Born to motherfuckin' be
I was just having my way (Yeah)
Having a very good day (Let's go)
I got some hoes on the way (Phew)
(Come here) hip, hip,
[Fat Joe]
yeah uh, GangStarr
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on
living legends, ya heard me?
yeah uh yo uh
I got seven Mac 11s about
expect to find it when I get home, or else!
[Pharoahe Monch]
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
Days way back, in
the way that he talking
You can tell my bitch bad by the way that she walkin
You can tell his mom a smoker by the way that she coughing
The rock and her
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
or something.
Beotch!
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
You got them fat legs, killin' them
that big bomb pillows take ya way back
My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin' back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
about right'
Pulled out 5 cash, told him 'shine it up nice' (That's Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Fat Joe
This is
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
be -boyin shawn
Bill smith, nick bird, scoop and shawan (uh!)
Can't forget long, paris, tone and donny (what?!)
Adman to steve, fat reggie,
the clit and put the pussy to rest
I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool
Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool
Dripping out my mouth baby
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