Lyrics:
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
shit was in 2012
Member that shit like it's yesterday
Used to have cd with that one song by that one nigga think it's flavor fav
Fuck
I don't even no
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
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
complain to ya girls
It at no real men left
Truth is, real men
Avoid you like their death
You got no assets
Except yo ass and yo chest
And once yo hair
it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
If
it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
If
It's enough to go 'round, baby (baby)
Been drinkin' like you thirsty
How you make it to my section in the first place? Uh
Nah, I ain't trippin', shit is
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
up like L.A. Fitness
Smush a nigga by that fetish makin' shit don't show no pity
Told that ho quit all that playin' let a nigga see them titties
That
other options
But I swear I want you
If I'm stuck in that jam
Is you gon' come through
Talking bout them traumatizing times
But that shit was fun too
Bae,
real slow
Us lust what the fuck is trust
Like a six shooter shit I'm only tryna bust
You remember that time when I thought the condom bust
That was our
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real
When this actually drops will one of you even click it? (Will you?)
Asking for a preview, but will you even listen?
That fake shit is see through,
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
shit is slum
First batter up well here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit
Huh, I guess not
Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead
[Verse 2: MJG]
Bitch chill, Hold up, you
is
Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I
is
Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I
Raspberries
Dis Real Slippery Lyricist Is Maddening Entertain Radically
Divine Right Stagnating,
Lucifer Incoming Making Eschaton Real
I'll make you a mummy if
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
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