Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
of bricks
This shit is all bad,
The boy so sick,
The boy can't eat,
The boy can't breathe, no
Oh baby you got me
And empty spots on my wall
Marked
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
We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
hustlin'
Had enough gettin' nothing
Cooped in the ??? ???
Gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, that's me crushin'
Push that new stank ugly,
Snowflakes
trouts catchin' feels
Smelling like water no tuna
On top of her hill, crushin
Da rest fodder wave em from the roster
Releasem' back to water
Ooo
Sorry, I'm
let me talk to you bout my dignity
I can do bad by myself
I don't need nobody else
so if I give you the last of my love girl
will you take it,
Know that I'm down to ride
Till the day I die
Like bonnie and clyde
I know this song gonna make you cry
Baby yeah I got your back
Need you by my side
I
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