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no whina'

Do I want his kid I'm like "Kinda"
Serve me up in your diner
Tie me up bind her

He gotta fat ass too
And a dig bick to boot
What should I

At the club I might slap a fat bitch yeah
Let's go, okay, okay
At the club I might slap a fat bitch yeah
My personality got violenter cause I
Listen

y'all
A hundred pointer (a hundred), two-hundred pointer (two-hundred)
Shouts out to the dollar menu, I come from McDonald's (the bottom)
Fat boy (a

My, my jeans feelin' tight 'cause my pockets stay fat
Pockets, pockets stay fat
Playa better know that
My, my jeans feelin' tight 'cause my

Met her in the club and of course she got a purpose 
Took her to the crib just so I could put that work in
She got a fat pussy so pull back

I’m in da club, in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club, in the
(I am in the club)
I’m in da club, in the club, in the club

of control, ugh, woah
Out of control, yeah
Out of control, ugh, yeah
I'm fucking yo bitch ugh, yeah, and we at the club, yeah
I'm fucking yo bitch ugh, yeah,

We Thuggin

R. Kelly

Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.) [Clean]

2001

Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But

Santa shake that ass
Cuz he only live once
Santa at the strip club
High off a blunt
Santa act careless
Twerking in the front, yo
Front row, gold mine

fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop!

Pull Over

Trina

The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2001

2001

fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop!

It's the muthafuckin kid

I stay dripping with them diamonds
Niggas on my dick cause I'm really always shinning
Really on my Tony Hawk so you know

Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But

transmissions
She looking sweet like that house party kool-aid
On stage stripper dance off kid and play
Welcome to the strip club
Yeah, turn up
Welcome

I'm like a fat kid, in a candy shop
I'm gonna' eat it and eat it, cos' I just can't stop
I remember one thing and this is what I was taught
That I'm

I say go fat boy, go fat boy, go, go fat boy, go fat boy, go
I say go fat boy, go fat boy, go, go fat boy, go fat boy, go
I say go fat boy, go fat

When I be thuggin' til I die
When I be thuggin' til I die
When I be thuggin' til I die til I die
Til I die go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in

got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'

Michael Jackson is the one
That started that damn
Club all because she's a big fat stupid b-!
Don't say it Splaat! WEEEEELLLLL
Don't do it Splaat!

Touchin' her derrière (derr')
Bitch, you want this hair (hair)
My bitch is bad (bad)
Make all you hoes look sad (mad)
Her ass is fat (fat)
My ass is

Young bad boy with the sauce
Going to the club tonight
Naughty
Open that door walk in
Skinny bitch to my left
Fat bitch to my right
I already know

Oh (Oh)
'Round here, we ridin' slow (Ridin' slow)
We keep it ghetto, you should know
(You should know)
Ain't no love in this club, we gettin' dough

club, we gets dough (ain't no love)
Dough, oh, ooh-woah

Turnt up in the club, I got them bottles, big mood
Drippin' head to toe, yeah, I'm that

you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity