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Fatty LowEyez


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I said bitch
Where dem bags be at
My niggas pop like crisco
Dont f*ck wit Malcolm but
Ironic how am really in the middle
Gotta send em directly
To the grave cuz they can save

Him at the Spital plus
When i get off the drank
Shit start changing like Dolittle
She gone open up
After i touch the front
OH she a kindle
Dont make me take you out
And blow yo top part
Like Nintendo
I really miss my old plug
He used to sell it to me
Out the window
I told a nigga
Watch his mouth
My brother really
Work in dental
I really wanna slide down
And watch his crew
Do the mannequin
I told the bitch don't f*ck wit me
I get in hoes head
Like a bobby pin
Should i take the blue or red
Pill and power like morpheus
Bro gone beat his ass twice
And am a finish him
Guess that mean am scorpion
Do my stupid dance
When i see the bitch like
Am some kin of urkle nam
Im selling babies
Poof poof in here
Just don't tell timmy turner nan
Dont make me call fat tan
He a pull up
Slide the doors
On a old ass caravan
Flintstones for the low
Ima name my son bam bam
Interstate we aint
Gettin caught with contraband
I swear my gun
Got a mind of its own
It keep asking me
Who is y'all niggas
So when it blow
Im just warning you niggas
I aint even
have my finger on the trigger
Next nigga outta line
And somebody dying
Pow right in the kisser
Ima leave him out to dry
Hit him from the blind
Ima pop up like blister
Do you got courage
To move the bag
Or you a cowardly dog
I hit the shit
And made it stick
That shit ain't move like rosa park
Open up the bag
That shit funky
Did somebody fart
He want a eighth
Well ima give him pie chart
Plus am selling sacky's on sunday's
But i still praise the lord
He say he gone get his stuff back
One day he said probably tomorrow
She say she really like my music
Why cuz its a work of art
But let me push the start
I roll up backwood cigars
I just put a beam on this lil bitch
Case a niggas running to far
I just dropped another seed

Im selling
Big ass batches of indoor

Pockets full of cheese
Bitch i been eating
Without a fucking fork
Chainsaw a nigga knees
And watch him bleed
Jedidiah Sawyer
But what the f*ck you niggas
Need riding round wit stink
Better place a order

Oh this gelato 33
But it cost a lil more

But i just told a fein
If he do a deed

He ain't gotta pay for it
My bro been dropping bean
And smoking weed
He keep complaining
That his cheeks sore

Young nigga
Got the game on lock

Without the keys
Im thru the front door

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Written by: Dayshon Thompson

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