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Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look

Lay Low

Paris

Sonic Jihad

2003

It's my hood, I been livin here for 17 years
Boy I done got jumped, my car done got shot up
I done got shot at, I been to jail, 3, fo' times

I

popping boy

Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with

Mister Five by Five

Helen Forrest

Sentimental Swing

1995

Well twirl my turban, man alive
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big, fat, bouncin' boys
Solid avoirdupois

Mister Five by Five

gbopo malotuu,
Mo ni ni Mo ni ni, Odeji, Modeji
I hope you ready, 'cause its Oleku,
She feeling the boy, (She feeling feeling the boy)
She feeling

WIFE AT
PUFFIN' THE BLUNT CLIP 
DESTRUCTIVE AS SWUNG FIST
YOU PUSSY MOUTH PUNKS SHOULD BE SHUTTIN' YA CUNT LIPS
FUCK YOUR BOYS
I AM CRUSHIN' YOUR DUMB

lock
A primitive Nigga hit yo ass wit big rock
Stomp  yo ass crushin bones it's the wrecker breaking homes
Put yo ass in catacombs Nigga u is set

Fat Jack

Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf 7

1970

Rolly poly fat man
Thunder down the hall
On your way to breakfast
You got to have it all
A plate of cold spaghetti
One day on the floor
Clean

I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will

hints of a vanilla beans
Ya’ll eat up beets, I’m eating these greens (FACTS)
Dumbass smoke theirs without by any means
Crushin’ myself with six grams

fronto with hints of a vanilla beans
Ya'll eat up beets, I'm eating these greens (FACTS)
Dumbass smoke theirs without by any means
Crushin' myself with six

fronto with hints of a vanilla beans
Ya'll eat up beets, I'm eating these greens (FACTS)
Dumbass smoke theirs without by any means
Crushin' myself with six

Wrld tour
WhotheHellisCarlo
Ima keep it pushin like a dope boy
Rest In Peace my folks boy, I think bout Tez everyday
I be talking to my granny like

Boys and girls
Take a seat, time for show-and-tell
Gotta talk about a living angel
That made my education such a living hell
Alright
Alright
Alright

said that she ain't going, but she gone fuck some for the team

Put your mask on Halloween
I don't play about my green
Boy don't play me like I'm green

corrupt
Or just poise and grim
From boys to men
There’s no way to avoid the sin
So many are counting on me
So my only choice is to win, so...
(Get it! Get

Foreign coat keeping me cozy
I'm serving the coke like I'm Tony
My bitch ass is fat like pony
Wok in my cup got me doze
Got zot in my blunt now I'm

Poppin' Tags

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash

Mister Five By Five

Freddie Slack & His Orchestra

Songs That Got Us Through WW2, Vol. 2

1994

Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!

Mister Five by Five

Aspin, yeah we're back
Man we're fat
And Millie come link me fast
Bad boy what you know about that
So oi, yeah, who's that?
It's Aspin, yeah we're back
Man

Sometimes I wish
You would call me up
Sometimes I wish
You would text me drunk
I've been waiting by the phone
For your love
I've been waiting all

Earthquake

KSI

Disstracktions

2017

thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'ma keep calling you fat 'cause that's all of the shit that I see in you
All six side boys hating 'cause this nigga

boy in a hearse
We pop that boy like a xan or maybe a perc
Pockets fat like Peter griffin so I know they lurk

Pockets they on fat, they on sumo
That

Fat punnany meat, me hot nuh bloodcleet
Dry, fresh panty seat wid mi clean underneath
Di man say me likkle like e space inna fork teeth
Mi pum pum