Lyrics:
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
(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
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
mě zajímal Fat Joe
Je zajímá taky akorát [best joe?
Sjetý jako gumy, tak snad to taky půjde na léto ještě přezout
Shoutout moje еx, díky ní vim jaký
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
And don't chill-out too hard or you'll be out of the box
Stop running your face and try to listen instead
Or you'll be known as a loud-mouth Joe Rockhead
There's a tattoo heart
With an arrow through the middle
Of a name that looks like Joe
And a young girl's looking
At her makeup in the mirror
Puts
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
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
isn't mastered
CD is in plastic, these niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is fake Joe
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
blow yo back out
But I just wanna see you work that dress
That got yo back out Ass so fat you hit the scene and cause a blackout
Beep beep beep when that
look like a clown
414 That is my home town
My head is poundin
From all of this liquor i think ill blackout
All of this music is blastin its loud
Think I recognize this bitty from my math class
Bout to blackout so I know I gotta act fast
Hold my drink, let me think real quick, I'm bout to shoot my
the difference makes u nameless
The same shit
Gettin spewed our twice
Like ya ur goose is pimping ganders
But my duck fried the rice
You getting sliced
A fat ass
Donatello,Donatello,Donatello
I shut shit down like a mothafuckin blackout
Beat so dope make the studio a trap house
Slangin more bounce to the ounce
at the mall
Working on my album, it'll be out by Fall
Go extra hard on the beat, kick back with my peeps
The indica makes me go to sleep
Blackout 'cause you
the city roses when I blackout (Hand the city roses when I-)
Not a Big Boi, but my pockets feelin' fat now
Was a OutKast in the scene (Yeah)
'Til my schemes
high, off your brother can't get low
Lil' buddy got popped by a citgo
But fuck him, you know how that shit go
We blowin' big smoke, come through
Fist fury fat lip
Dodge one maybe pray
Stay strong never sway
Stay alive get away live to fight another day
Star struck upper cut
Fast hands jab and duck
Bloodstained elbows bitch I wear Dior
And I do it by my Vlone, party while I'm alone
Hanging with my demons, bitch I got the trap phone
Dial-up my dealer, shit I
or die bitch|(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)|I need a ryde or die bitch|(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)|I need a ryde
Do us all a favor, shoot yourself to hell
Fbd, aka what does that mean?
"Fat bitch deceased"
Just like her mother
Suck on my muthafuckin' nutz whore
do that
Snakes in my luxury car, fuck, screw that
This for those who wish to vibe
She got ridiculous thighs
On cloud nine, floating by the streets
Im
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