Lyrics:
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
the range, I'm floatin'
And ain't no stoppin' the rain
Cock and I aim, I see you bitches jockin' the name
Boppin' to fame, a crooked nigga droppin' in pain
my booty is big and it shake (it shake)
A mango in shape (yeah), he love me with weight
Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (fine)
You
to meet you,
Got these niggas down bad they been thirstin' by the liter, lil bitch
Jasscole wavin' when I pass hoes
Keep the 40 tucked in the back like
burner binge festival
Gobbled up the rook and ran off
With the queen pin spectacle
Here’s to the hellbound czars and sharks
The post modernized western
you doin always chasing that booty
Heading out early Denny's calling my name
Get some flapjacks to cure this Bacardi pain
Messenger dings selfie coming
the gunslinger
Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer
Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner
My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner
How you say go
handle this?
My girl Missy, can you handle this?
DC, can you handle this?
My ghettos, you can't handle this
Better move 'cause we've arrived
Lookin' sexy,
is what I`m sippin on
A big fat booty`s what I`m grippin on
But for now I`m gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the mother fuckin A.M.
As I
is what I'm sippin' on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin' on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin' on
Down to the mother fuckin' A.M.
is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the mother fuckin A.M.
As I
went to bummer town, bumping Gucci too deep
Me and my new cutie ghetto fab but with the fat booty
Sucking on my neck, like she was trying to give me
ou
Hey bru, have you heard of this Jack Parow boytjie
Spot me china, spot me
Ja I'm picking up what you putting down hey, I'm feeling your pain stain
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was plunged, double-edged tongue
Pearly handle, scroll Brooklyn, we bouncin, commercial keep
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel
Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, /
a mobster thang
I'm a fat booty fuckin', love gettin' the sucks in and bustin'
Givin' niggas punkin heads for nothin', while bumpin', handle my functions
try and front, amongst Your friends But you know you Gon' let me in
Cause you a fiend, for me Between Your mouth coochie And them booty cheeks
Lil'
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
Asalamalekum
Booty on booty I’m clap em
Chop sticks ain’t fat bitch look like crackhead
Stuck in my crib
Bitch I told u leave
Smoke that kush
She ask me what is
good with a booty so fat that I guess the lord blessing me
Girl you my drug I need it
2am hit you up baby girl I need it
Love me numb heal my pain with
you handle that
Bad lil bitch nice ass yea, booty fat
Sit that on my lap
Ain't no audience, but make it clap
Put you on the map
You been hurt by goofy
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
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