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Pockets look fat
Cause of do me like that
Was made within a day
And lil boy tryna say
That ashen can't rap and his lyrics are wack
Wonder where my
Aye
Aye aye
I'm getting money
Bitch I need a big purse
Slide on a fat bitch
She need a big hearse
Give me the mic
I ain't gotta rehearse
Fuck niggas,
Uh
Jump
Ya
Gump
Jump on the beat ima beat it
Them niggas be hiding I'm seeking
You know it be sharks in the deep end
I water boy swim it and sweep
fat
I had 2 starve
I don’t wanna go back
Y’all don’t wanna work? Shit Ima take your job
Take your job
Yeah And I’m only here
By the grace of God
I’m a Fat Boy
Fired by a girl last year
The seas turn black
The plague is near
Since we’re young
We’re all disappearing
I’m a fat boy
Fired by a girl
booty fat
Bitch get to work uh
That look in her eyes
I swear to God that she is turn on
She gonna have to learn uh
How to twerk on it
Hot boy coming out
I need to let it
I feel time passing by so fast (I feel it)
I need to let go stop living in the past (I needa)
But ooo god damn girl that ass so fat
level I get in the booth and I throw on the bezel
Boy you post to know better share with your nigga a go getter
When I was a young nigga,, smoked
never did a seek fi find the way
A me did find the change
Yeah, Buss
And any boy diss Naki easy find the k
Inna me element bashment
A couple bad thing by
forgot the chop at the crib then I send gore at him (I send gore at him)
Nigga wasn't fazed by a few shots then I send more at him (fah! fah!)
Homicides in
ON ME
IMc WcLKING LICK WEN YOU SEE ME ITS c FEE!
VERSE:2 BcNK BOY
Diamond back delton that's my favorite tool
223 just put yo man's all on the news
Fox
mind
How you moving got me like "oh my"
Throw it back, make it clap on a dime
Girl that ass fat, you bad by design
I fuck that bitch in designer oh
Mrs.
by the end of this track you gon be depressed pressed
And boy you oh so broke down on your knees ain't gettin' no checks checks
We all know you came
Intro:
You're a rich kid
Yo, classic
Fat G in the park up, ring full of gyarados
Push button and the vent start up
Evil Coro dark up, skull have
white , marshmellow
Boujetto? Boujetto boujetto boujetto boujetto
I’m ghetto I’m bouji I’m bouji I’m ghetto
Jamican boy, when you gon’ tell them boys
(boom, bitch)
Bitch, quit runnin', nigga, flip somethin' (ha)
I know your soft ass ain't did nothin' (oh)
I'm hittin' these hoes by the four (thot)
why I hang around with them
The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused
The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused
Than be me in
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was working at the club you would not
sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated
By pimping their instincts
Until they were fat, horny and strung-out
In a neurotic attempt
the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
And she don't care about me
She's gone with the hula hula boys
And she don't care about
the swipe
Watch out for the evil eye
Mayele I'm moving
Smart all the time
I got my main man waiting inside
Don't be bait and get there by five
Atm boy
Yeah
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