Lyrics:
Cheque to cash so I'm running in fast
And I'm slamming it down watch your bitch go crazy
Used to think I'm too fat but she see the price tag swanging
Now
Girl, like you, there don't be no such thin' as too soon (too soon)
I been tryin' not to move the way I used to (used to)
Somethin' 'bout the way you
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
find) I can't rely on myself
I can't hold on (To what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on (To anything,
on a very thin line, o my god its a vibe
When I'm feelin on your thighs
Simillar to money coz you stuck inside my mind
Girl you should come by
We got time
reminds me that i'm so fat
I'm so fat.
No pizza has arrived
And i am so hungry
I rang up at 6:25
For a delivery
Even though i could
Have gone out
I
them fat junts, Thin Elements
Feelin' at one, 5 in the morning
Waiting for the rising sun
Yea we waiting for the rising sun
It don't stop like the crops
Got me two bitches I dress them like twins
Got a fat ass but her tummy is thin
Don't know where I stay pipe her in an inn
She hitting a split just
I play hide and seek
Searching for me
I play by myself
My friends are way too busy
I don't need you now
I don't need anyone
When I walk too close
Way
the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point
Sometimes we do some stupid as a human
Thin line to choose but I know I do it
It's time to prove my grind is groovy
Soothing with music like it's
Will include all people black
White, Christian, Chinese
Muslim, Jew, gay, straight, bisexual, fat
Thin, handicapped, rich, poor
Artistic and autistic
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
now
I'm rocking one more time young girls love my too $hort rhyme but that big fat
Girl better let that go before I point right at her and say hoe!
of the mafia
Who ate too much, and had it too easy
Too many fine women patting his walnuts
He got fat
Sucking up good cigars and young breath
And he had these
to finish, I just begin They headed out, I’m headed in, they fat I’m thin, they yang I’m ying From this day fourth I’ll be a faithful man It was a great
of living, too tired to die
Makes the sharks keep swimming when he don't know why
Gotta get the lean fin
Only thin that he wears
Nursing me to the movie
Am I on thin ice with you
Time is ticking but I gotta choose (Woah!)
I'll do my dance, just like I'm Cruz
Getting too hot, gotta diffuse
Am I on thin
boss is a jerk
Sneaky politicians, greasier than cooking fat
Taxes too high the country run by bureaucrat
No real solutions just a lot of chit-chat
I
anyone live like that
Especially when they get too fat
I'd rather hit myself in the head with a baseball bat
I'd rather rub sand in my eyes
Than risk
it out the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Oh no, this is how it goes
Maestro to these line I wrote
Balenciaga shoes, don't step on my toes
Money's too fat, think it needs lipo
Oh no, this is
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
fly
Just a peacock with a poked out gut
Who’s too fat to fly so his ass just strut but
Every day every day
Got to work every day
Every day every
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