Lyrics:
your head around ah
Sometimes he'll put you down ah
Big boy don't lose your mamas
I heard the things you said
I see the things in you ah
Come with me fat
the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake
Trend Setta
Can't see me, boy I'm tougher than leather
I keep big stacks, y'alls light as a feather
Play and I'll bury ya, you know I don't fuck around
fat cuz
That shit broke my heart man that shit really fucked me up
Boy you don't get no clout for killing family nigga
Specially a man who was always
Bitch I'm dog
I don't need a bone
Just leave me alone
Don't ring up my phone
Unless it's for more
Bitch I'm providing
The best of the zone
One way
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
me (nigga like me)
You should try to love on me
Bumbaclot God, I'mma make it alright
I seen her walk by and it caught my eye
That ass so super fat
a mad dog's moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I don't take no one's advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it
that
Knock me down you know I'm coming right back
I don't care at all what you done before
All I really want is to be your
Your boy boy
want you to do this one for all
the boys 'round the way, you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit 'bout
all those stank bitches.
Verse 1: JT Money
Hey
[Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me
How you gonna get mad at me now?
'cause I got bitches.. everywhere
to a woman, but I don't love hoes
I'm a player, baby and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor,
boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damn
what if you ain't no player?
What you mad at? Your bitch let me have that
And I ain't even say shit about your fat ass
She chose me, don't get
on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin', hittin' yo' ass
You could catch Holiday in
on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin', hittin' yo' ass
You could catch Holiday in
your bones if you in the vicinity
Steppin to me boy, you gotta be kidding me
I been snatching souls for a living since infancy
Life is too short but
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
said damn today, my beeper keeps on buzzing
Men are calling every hour, on the hour
By the dozen so a piece of advice, that were
Don't try to talk to me
don't go to church
More time I had more faith in cunch
Her ass fat I can tell from the front
My pocket fat you can tell by the watch
Before I buy ice
you make me sick as a dog
Hey, hey, I don't give a fuck
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
different
That FICA score makes me like you more
I'm a bad bad boy
Fucking with them bad bad girls
I'm a bad bad boy
Fucking with them bad bad girls
Pulled
Move over little dog the big dog's movin' in
She changed the locks on our front door
My door key don't fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
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