Lyrics:
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like
to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall
fuck the cops
The drops stayin', sittin' on gold kicks
Pull to the side and get with a fresh bitch
A young tender, dressed in Guess
A fat booty
you wanna cushion the blow
Now stomp your fucking feet 'til you get to squishing a ho
It's pandemonium, standing O when you see him, oh
Damn, baby
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
And it made me mad, you sticking by the man who moving loose
Couldn't do you better than me, I was that nigga with the motion
Baby girl, you like the way I
Hol' me!
Shoot it in like you Kobe
No! No one can do it better than that
Listen to me baby, like it slow like that
Come here, come here Papi
Lemme sit
a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin', baby, wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes
Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it
Screaming out my name like some fans do
I don't give a fuck what yo man do
Baby
Slow it down
I aint tryna hang right now
Knock it out the frame right now
trusserne af
Hun ved godt hvad jeg vil ha' for klokken den er halv 3
Halv 3 om natten, baby
Halv 3 om morgenen
Ayo kald mig G. I. Joe
Har brug for action så
proud to listen
The secret of amalgamism and algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness
Where archaeologists found my
"Oh my god, you're really fat!"
Live and let live, baby
That's the cornerstone
The very essence of my philosophy
And baby
Baby, you know
You know
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Fat Joe tellin' you don't
Fuck with The Unit
Terror Squad is your clique you got
To stay loyal to it
I'm all in M-IA- saupassay
You can't ban me from
I need love, I need love, but I'm, free Joe, me and Chop fuck you talking bout
Them other girls, them other girls ain't like you never seen more
a caller, caller
What's your name? Hello? Caller, we live!
Nigga, what that?
Listen, Hang that shit up, Dizzy Wright
Talk to em, Dizzy! Go ahead, baby!
Vegas!
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like that
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
roll
Stuck by me close
When they went ghost
She be on go
You can have my soul
My trap baby
My trap baby
Condos
Picture use taking that baecation
Top
hereditary
I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll
hereditary
I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
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