Lyrics:
that loud, you got CBD
Get to the bread by any means
Don’t want no kid just a Billie Jean
One day they gone call me king
It’s not over til the fat lady
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
the regular lo mein no lettuce no veggies no shrimp make it thick like my bitch Fat ass watch on her wrist Chanel Gucci and Louis and Prada and Birkin
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood
Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs
Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood
Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs
Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
It was nine months bc (hah)
Joe didn't have a clue
What Mary his pretty little fiancé
Had gotten herself into
Or where the Spirit touched her
In
gettin' poppin' (Poppin') (Poppin')
Out in Californ-I-A
Watching waves
Seen a shorty pass me by said
"Baby what's your name?"
If I play my cards right
Imma
in the city you get from Bama Joe, ayy
Come get you a turkey bag, come spend your Ham 'n' Low
Shotoff
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young
bloodhounds comes for your life
Better bow down, stand ground cops tryin' to lock us in the dog pound
Mad down, somebody just lost his life
Yikes
We get it
It’s not real, that’s how I feel
Tell them niggas, for real, that’s how I feel
We smokin’ the trail, we poppin, prevail
We living, forever let them
Lookin' at everybody, is you home
You can't pick it up or answer on the phone
Wait a minute, yeah, by you, I'm the banana
Poppin' in your mall, put that
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (well, damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (brr)
I pray my haters get
that's standing fat with your rack
Let's get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it
my pants, so my pockets big
Boy, your Rollie fake as fuck, I heard it tock and tick
.30 in the Glock, the only time you catch me poppin' shit
AK
a migratory people I ain't settlin
I want it all
Black or die
Real niggas ratifying my protocol
Follow my instructions you'll get justice with no vote at all
shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggaz
And y'all
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
Not a problem, if it's like that we'll move it
(Whew)
Bitch so bad and my wrist all glass, look everybody know I'm poppin'
Ricks all black and the whip
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it back to the brother land
And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
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