Lyrics:
pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit,
(gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
And lately to me that's all that matter (that's all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters
flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
ridin' on 4's
Nigga told you before nigga swinging doors
I don't give a fuck dog we stay gleamin'
Oh I told 'em
It's the Fat Al
It's the Fat Al
talk (Oww)
Don't nothin' but a bag make this kitty talk
Ayy, look, this kitty extort these hitters
(Facts) kitty be like, "Can you afford me?"
Broke
On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy
Halloway
I'm trying to make a million of this rap shit
And blow up like a fat bitch
My entourage is
(yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know (know) what it's gon' be (be)
Messin' with a dog like me (me)
D to the M to the X (X)
Last I
fuck me right
Eat it up and don't choke nigga
Boy you look good
Won't you run them bands up
You's a big dick baller
Won't you run them bands up
Call you
speaking?
Cause I don’t see nothing but dogs
I don’t got shit but a tongue in my mouth
I don’t got shit but a hand on my balls
Why the hell are you
And see the light get darker
When you slide by me
Depreciation isn't shit
When you don't feel it anymore
This room is merely empty
Alone, behind a closed
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
Don't want me havin' no patience, turn into more patients
More trips to ICU 'cause I see you
Trying to get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do
tonight she might just get a call
But if I don't hit you first
please stay away from me
I been shittin on yall boys needa spray febreze
Yall get motivated
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
where it's at boy
Just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy
Make a dog and you chase another cat boy
Blow it up and let me show you where its at boy
the dogcatcher
Do you want to do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don't you do it again for me
Dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
House-trained dogs
my order you don't have to
But you could at least let me know, other companies do
That includes pizza hut when they stoped i got told
I had been
you go and do that
Know it didn't work
You were playin games on me
Your a dog
You thought I was in the dark (no,no never me)
Baby Boy, from the start
two in one don't ask me for my bubble gum
Double feature two in one don't ask me for my bubble gum
Cause you can't handle this double bubble bubble
Manmike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me
Get on nothin' dog
Man cut man cut man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before
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