Lyrics:
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
missin' Nene but I
Think she hate me
'Cause she had broke my heart, I'm GBG baby
I'm a movie, he is a DVD baby
He might make you happy but
That nigga just
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
what you think was up tho?
All about my business like my name was fat joe
Painting out my vision, i'm the new picasso
I got too much on my mind
If you
H'riiiiight? H'right
(Can't burn a bridge just to light my way)
Hehehe easy bro - yeah
(Lotta Glenfiddich on the flights I'm takin')
Don't throw the baby out
pimp code you properly
She Listen till She dripping like a faucet
She was thirsty got me saucing
Baby wanna reign my lane and be my main it's
And be kinda sensitive about it and say
"Oh my god, you're really fat!"
Live and let live, baby
That's the cornerstone
The very essence of my
Lil short, thick bitch giving hella brain
Joe Exotic, bitch, ain't a cat I can't tame
Like Mark said "you get no info"
Fuck a sweet girl, lil bitch I
I wanna say I did it and i made it/
By the the time I gotta face you/
Niggas still paper hating/
And im still paper chasing/
I know that you said
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
the shit
My nigga like it better when I’m spitting on the dick
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Babyboy I’ll take it from here
Shit, Aight
I go by Joe Flow
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
fight!
I can't fight for shit
I got beat up by a fat girl
Her name was Felicia tonisha, Felicia
What's your name in this bitch
Your name Tisha
La la- la
What the fuck do I hear mayne? Listen
I think some bitches coming near me
Dwam!
I need you to do something for me
What's that baby?
I don't know
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
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
a fat bitch then I hit
It in her ass crack
Listen, listen, listen
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in
the dubs, where they murder
Around older folks so I turn to an observer
Lean back, fat Joe, and I listen
Like, damn, I ain't had no pot to piss in
I grew up,
me shoot it in like you Kobe
No no one can do it better than that
Listen to me baby like it slow like that
Come here come here Papi
Lemme sit you right
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