Lyrics:
got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack,
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip
and then nothing was said
They all know it was mine, cause the baby had a big forehead
I ain't no kinda daddy, hoe
I'll be filling up his bottle with Faygo
worried as hell
I ain't even going to hide it no more
This blunt feels like a solid fibrous piece of shit, straight up
A big meaty piece of shit
flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier
boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old)
You will come up with 500
Meaning there are at least 500
Shades of the blues for example
There is the Iain't-got-me no-money Blues
There is
Damn!... I Nearly lost my mind
Now I'm a father, aint no time Go look behind
Instead I'm using my mind to Spit some gnarly rhymes
I'm on the grind,
Crowded to pivot
Defining everything given expand it
Searing and singeing the fat then take it I know
No more of the desperate
Barely can survive
Your only
talkin' 'bout they got a bag
Hell no, fuck that, I ain't gonna sign that
I just wanna live it up, I just wanna stack chips
Nice car, big crib with some
was tight)
I might be big but my God is Bigger
Don't care what you think I ain't no average
The devil tried to kill me ain't do nothing but make me
see the fat black boy today
Wear more Polo than Kanye
Marry me a big booty cutie like Jay
Hood boss, nigga, do shit my way
Fuck I care what a critic got
I ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy...
eat green like koala leaf
Wish you were big guns like a call of D
She never say no, she ain't stallin' me
I got more of that dope in the a safe, hey
I'll strangle you with the fringe
'cause I'm a teenage rapist like Alex from A Clockwork Orange
and motherfuckers I warn ya
I'm killin' more rednecks
couple jurats that came on endz
And left in wet clothes looking all red
Bun it, pass it
Hit by a corn on the old block, nah
Bun a fat zoot with a neek,
No, real life
I was up all night
Nigga ain’t get high until 3 what? Too high
Blunt big, is it 2 by… 4
Woa! Drop where the wood
Turned over and chop down
sprinkled with Salt N Pepa
There was a maitre D named Diamond
I'm in a mood requestin' T
With Vanilla Ice Cubes
Kooler than Chief Keith
Ain't no need to be
You hoes better recognize that nigga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that nigga to be fucking with
So lay it down niggas, bump it down
home with me
Let's make a reality show
(shawty, what you think about it?)
Let's make a reality show
(you know people gonna talk, no doubt)
Let's
mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
Boys out here ain't hard as us
I ? And G, part of the streets
You ain't buyin my CD are you?
So why should I try?
I'm one of those greatest of all timers
No hand shake
I got no respect for you other rhymers
No hand
the name of the greats the new and the old I'm Puerto Rican and Cuban
That means I'm half Big Pun and half Fat Joe (Yeah)
They used to bat they eye I'm
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
Chorus
Who's this Yat from Rowley Regis
Big bunda ting acting prestigious
You ain't all this and u ain't all that
You ain't all that and u ain't
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