Lyrics:
heavy demons, So I'm loading up a fat clip
My story is proceeding by the bars I be spittin
Triple homicide I turn the Beatles to one Lennon
Mandy popping
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
me a stick
cnd I'll paddle back to sure
Bears and girls galore
By hearts been tourn
Looking for coins
Did you miss my point
I'm sick and need a joint
I'm from philly
Where bad things happen
If trump won
We was all gone be snapping but its cool
Kus joe took the seat
Like bitch I'm the captain (Like
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
on and on and on
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
From here on out you can address me as carrot top
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
got the questions.
Twitchin & fussin, we learn the lessons.
Backed by fury, peace, & lust.
Farther than that, I cannot trust.
But if simplicity fails
hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns
If ya'll wit me then build, shorty,
calling your bitch up
Throw me that puss like a clitor
Joe fuck a thumb in the whipper
And my pockets fat like a hippo
My pockets fat like I'm Lizzo
I'm
glamorous rappers are too sweet
Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
I'd rather listen to some Brant Green
Authentic, not
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
got needs, gotta get that dough
Ride on that flow, if the tides are low
Don't test me, but I might know
Been in the game since 5 years ago
Low fat, but
bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano
Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed
Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh
She told him that they
at the new boss
I'm tryna get my pockets sloppy like The fat Rick Ross
Better book me now no coupons Bitch you gotta pay the full cost
How the hell else ima
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
hit it from the back though
I don't fuck with no fat hoe (Nooo)
Money large like Fat Joe
Niggas saying that they got a strap, but I'm telling niggas
sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check
Illegal weapons, and tattoos bien tumbados
I'm fat but I have flow like fat joe
Look at me wrong, and I take out my glock
Think about your death, cuz it's
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
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
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
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