Lyrics:
Fat boy confidence, fat boy confidence
Fat boy confidence, fat boy confidence
Fat boy confidence, fat boy confidence
Fat boy confidence, fat boy
the front to the back
Make that booty go clap
To this bonus track
Evey time you walk by
Make the boys look back
Make ya spine poke out
Like ya ass too fat
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
and high tops (big boy) with the clear sole
But this Timbs and fat laces with it is cold (big boy)
But when the winter goes and the hot summer flows (big
and high tops (big boy) with the clear sole
But this Timbs and fat laces with it is cold (big boy)
But when the winter goes and the hot summer flows (big
best
And gives his language a spiritual rest
He's just a faaa...
He's just a fat little baby!
Wa, wa, waaaaa...
He wants his bottle, and he don't
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
Money,
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
representing the Git It Boyz
This your boy Chingy
And matter of fact,
I wanna shout out everybody who had something to do with this album
The Features
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
lethal
Brick by brick is how we build higher than a steeple
The race is on are you in
This is our Fam, and you'll never ever find it's equal
The Fat
ones, fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
We like the boys
Short ones, fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones,
Frayser Boy album, "Me Being Me"
Came out a couple of months ago, so get that, with that single
The hit, "I Got That Drank" on it, it's goin' down
Comin'
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
a playground legend
Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs
Doin' boys ugly illest in the cheese
Other rappers can't touch me
You thinkin' otherwise
Go against some other
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
Wanna date a gay boy
Want a gay boy but
They don't wanna
Gimme dem numba
They say I'm too fat boy
Say I'm too fat boy
They don't wanna
Gimme dem
the honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way there over there by the apple tree
Now, look-a-there
She kind-a, big n' fat
Now, look-a-there
A-but it ain't like that
Now,
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