Lyrics:
feels like crap
You know Neshama
It's good to get fat
I'm a PostMates Driver
(Cause he's The PostMates driver)
I'm a PostMates Driver
(Cause he's
FAIR
TELL THE BUS DRIVER FI LET YUH OFF
BEDROOM BULLY DAT A OLD SCHOOL TALK
WATCH DA FAT BATTY DEH
A HENG OUTTA SHORTS
AND YUH PUM PUM A GET NUFF CUTE
spot and cry
Basic girl but ya don't like basic foods
Must suck to be basic and a fat chick
Basically sucks to be you
Humpback whales don't need
Aye
She got a duhmb asz boody (Duhmb)
A duhmb asz boody (Duhmb)
She got a duhmb asz boody (Duhmb)
A duhmb asz boody (Duhmb)
She got a ass so fat
When
body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge
A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out
With all these veins stickin' out
Like a bad rolled Backwood
Watch ya back Goodz
Would you like to hit the fat bud
Or perhaps should I run your name through the mud
I mean are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no well then
a location and FaceTime my driver come pick me up
Ima give her this dick and yes she can get hit but I'll pull up with stick I can't let no bitch set me up
I'm
hard
I just stuttered because I'm retarded and I'm slow
But I got the flow, The flow to pay the bills
Ima be in the hills, counting bills
Fuck
dislike
Just like Taike The Dyke
Don't even get me started about Devin
You wanna know who's better? 107
Friends with a fat guy like yo name is Kevin
So fat
Retarded
Don't even know why I fucked her
Cause she farted on my dick
It was shit
Man, it was shit
Anyway,
Slam down some Jack Daniel
Turn on the Whomst
Uh
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot)
Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop
that’s working very good
Got a driver named Wood-row
Opens the door, Sui - ci - dal
He holds the umbrella, I hops outta the back
And tell Rosa Parks it’s
niggas lackin' in the streets, they retarded
Rollin' up Pacquiao, servin' that pack in apartments
Bitch, I'm a trapper regardless
Bitch, I'm a factor
Mr. Calm
Road rage, no brains
Don't care if you're old or teenage
We live in a new age
Maybe you should plan better
Quit being, lazy get up early
Set
never get where they're goin'
Sweat flies out my pores
Life's a window open
But the billies are old and their horns are impotent
I'll strike up a convo
[dj pooh]
It's the p-double-o-h in the sky
I don't need a cape cause I'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag
Like a race car driver, plus
One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
License and registration
"All I got is a driver's permit"
Niggas can't have shit
We got dogs that rip
[Chorus 2x]
Now I don't why you be acting all shady
I only want to hit, not to make you my old lady
So don't be telling me nothing about no babies
I'm not a simp, I just paid for her OnlyFans
She's a fat bitch
May as well be her only fan
I wanna fuck her, but dude, she has a man
Just spent this
we're outchea doing stick-ups
She's my getaway driver
Hanging out the window, I love the thrill
I love the feeling
You can tell it's me 'cause
My woolly
wanna pop him
He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed
Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded
Stung him in the cabbage with
It's in a brown paper sack, it's a dime and it's fat
Pass me a swisher so I can twist a
Nice fat muthafuckin spliff for ya, mister
Shit, cause I'm ready
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
when I lack, got a bong in the back[00:17.50]Bass so fat, on chance on the track[00:19.12]This world, Fugazi, filled with the paparazzi[00:22.30]Gold
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