Lyrics:
you ain't tryna pay that fee
We back our beef that boy try be we'll take his knee
Loved in my hood, hated by many
Half i beef and half they envy
a mass lecture
You keep talking all that shit don't let the boys get ya
Gotta new bitch mamacita ass fat
She be posting on the gram just to get all em big
she know that I get around
And 'dem mans love to hate on ya' boy
Till ya' boy came around and gave 'em a round
Yeah the darker the berry the sweeter
m's nigga
My pockets stay fat so why the f do yours be Thin nigga
I saw yo new bitch
But u know that I been hit her
U failed on yo first attempted
Boy I
On some big boy with a big boy attitude
Moving up once again with this fucking attitude
Put my hands
Behind my back
Ease backed relaxed
This
like some gremlins
These boys snakes
Can't get bit by the venom
Ima fucking phenom
Doing phenomenal
Cold like abominable
Bout ass icy as the snow man
boys steady bang
Livin my life like a movie
Fucking that bitch she a groupie
I don't want her she real moody
Bitch got a real fat booty
Puttin it up in
to Hong Kong
So, blow, blow, blow, my boy
Suck on his penis stems
Feeling tight as hell, tryna ride him well
Now I got a jagged rim
Deepthroat, throat, like
niggas gettin' a whole lot of money
Fuckin' bad bitches rockin' ice, yeah, we stuntin
Boy, fuck what you say, you ain't gettin' no money
We runnin' bands
I was tryna' be respectful and give him a chance
So that's why I ain't caught him
Had the boy burning some calories
That's good cause he fat off
24hrs and you know it's Hit-Boy
24 hits, 20 with your bitch
I wouldn't mind if you stay the night
Send your first and last name for the flight
my money a lot longer
If blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger
I'm a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass
The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy
It's the fat boy, skinny ties
Don't empty mine nigga
Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic
Gettin' long
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
New Lyrics
get by
Yeah welcome to the Juice, ay
Get money, get rowdy
We get by
Still rapping for the cash flow & a fat load
Turn a killing to a shilling while I’m
names not got no rep and you've not done shit so you must be a daft boy
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what
If, you move, I'll fall
I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby
Geto Boys, Willie D
We was livin' on cold facts, cops sat in old 'Llacs
Couldn't
back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it
Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle
Gotta give
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin'
a living
Or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do
Stack your guns and ones
Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks
Little cute kid potentially
breathin' (mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you
Slippin-n-Slide, how you ride?
You get yo head cracked open, when SS start collide
Whoa now, ay hold up boy, ain't no thang
To get off tha chain and steal ya
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
at the feet, boy
Watch me jiggy, watch me move, boy
Too much shooters, too much tools boy
Need a bitty with a fat ass, yeah
And the women in P.R. man they so
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