Lyrics:
shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
Know what I'm
I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in
Worm storm is short and fat.
I represent the underdog you know my steez
I'm represented by a label in the overseas
Yo Amsterdam yes I am the man got
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
365
I'm running through seasons
Making shit happen
I simply believe it
Damn that ass fat
It swallow those lemons
Snatching my soul
I swear she a diva
Step in my cleats
Step in my socks
In this life of rin
Can't be a mark make a mark
That quite depends
How I'm supposed to live in the light
In this
a sweep
Nigga we two by two in this jeep
Rolling that Joe listening to Meek
Drop that Lo we just trying to meet
I let it go better move ya feet
Bust down
I'm crazy wild with
The smooth and style
You got that booty style
You know that straight ass
You're gonna see me in
Your motherfucking forecast
Like Fat
Never ask me whom is Joe
Everyone going wild when the song drops
On the track with Rerim, ain't no way this flops
JKMN 'bout to kill the charts
We out
never cross the line, I aim high
Careful with those shots cause I'm a little bit wild
Don't really wanna be like this, hook me up with some lil chicks
won’t end, I’m bout to stick Nick Cannon and my Wild N Out friends
That’s why I’m booking all these niggas, man this shit getting fun
I’m about to take
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
Joe
When you done being critical
Say the painter was wild
But he made sure the portrait was original
Parks wat up
the wild west
Manipulated destiny stripped of all my dignity
Sickened by hypocrisy turned from God to fantasy
This is man in all his wonder caged in
won't be my last day (uh)
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is
royalties and ascap
I'm six two, fat went with the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools
[Books]
And the sauna, piggedy-puffin
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
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
was meddling
Yup
Seen og's selling snacks when I was peddling
I was told to stay out of trouble by the veterans
But
What I Scooby Doo
I chose to wild
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