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fucking slap
Can't een front so I hit it from the back
She said what she lack in the back is in her cat
By all means her pussy fat
I dropped outta school so

GHETTO IS RICH WHEN YOU LOOK INTO IT 
AND WHEN YOU LOOK INTO IT YOU KNOW YOU JUST CANT QUITE
AS A MATTER OF FACT DI FAT MAN DONE RICH
DI GHETTO IS A STATE

been established
I’m jus tryna get to them rolls like a fat bitch
I be cut different you ain’t never seen this fabric
Cuz you niggas polyester im the rug

stole his stead and he wants it back
Indeed he was a fiend on cognac
Anteed up his stead on the blackjack
Table for the fat chance he’d win a hand
But he

Rastafari save me life
Everybody love yuh when yuh young and so fly
No sense yuh fi make and dem fi keep by yuh side
Say the smile of a youth bring

when I was nine
Going to drift on you sideways Wang ply
Seven-minute Nurburgring man that's my 
Overtakes on the left now on the right

Gran Turismo

Nobody too big to go down
Even Joshua get KO by fat man
Everyone can win a fight
Just shed some light on dark times
The days will be bright
My point

a work of art
Painted by god
Just to reach my mark
Now 
I'm up top
Like the suites r
These retards
Couldn't quite understand 
This is God's plan
So if they

could save him
He wanted more than no one could pay him
Fat aspirations
His accolades he's already wasted

He wanted more
Than anyone around him
That's

Smoking in Bed
Written by: Roger Younger (Fabskat/BMI)


When I come home late last night
Some big fat turkey had flashing lights
I said whatís going

attached
Knowing I damn well I know
Better than that
But ya smile lights up the room
And man that ass is fat
You walk like you know that
While ya hair flows

doorstep
I think I'm quite done with this Christmas
I was sick and tired before it begun
And I don't wanna hear about Santa
That sleighriding fat man is

doesnt matter
Wont trust the four letter , atleast we still be together
Going back to you , is right. cause its now or never
Never judge a book by its

Tú dame un beat and I give you sixteen
With the dream team
I'm the sick king
Who doesn't like the bling bling
I kicked you out but my celly still

Chip fat and dust the smell of the 80s 

Living on a Gateshead hill

Blue pop and sweets delivered by the sky man

I wonder what made us ill

Fuck The Pigs - They Too Hipocritical Ya Diggs

I've got to say fuck the pigs like everyday just my luck to turn get corrupt and meet a badge wearing

be-ut, but
But, but, but, be-ut, but
Holiday Butter Cookies

Don't want no raison peanut or ginger man
No fat Santa mints dripping with marzipan
Just gimme

been had that Hope he don't walk up
Because this switch gon' make him back back
Nigga swisher fat
Full of cookies yeah that Gas pack
Not from over there

enough
Are you man enough to call my bluff
I know things that you don't know
So take it from me cause I said so
Belly up in a waste of time, do you believe

of my life
I was dazed and confused
Was I favored by Zeus?
Or just strange and obtuse
Among shame and abuse
Uncontainable truths
Unobtainable roofs
Until

Spanglemakers the name 
Do not expose to the rain  
Was a shock for the band 
When the socks left the stand 
And they searched for a man called kinetic sand  

Do

coming for you
There's no way to follow through when everyday there's something new
You always got more fat to chew when another day is coming for you

Nowadayz

Jaylib

Champion Sound

2003

What, I just wanna lay you back
Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack
Nah, it ain't goin down like that
Damn yo' ass is fat
I just wanna hit it,

the answer's not in your head, my dear -- it's in your
butt!

J.D.: You see....
Everything comes down to poo!
From the top of your head, to the sole of your shoe