Lyrics:
take charge, cause you know we live large
If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar
I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all that
Haters don't know how
but you never gon' bang him
And I said what I said, lil' n***a, come say somethin
Like,bitch, come do somethin' You know I'm bangin', let's rock out
[LIL Nols]
When the phone rings
I don't pick up the call
And the police
They wanting me to get caught
Cops at the house
These drugs that get sold
Oh
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick
It's Gucci BigMac bitch
Beat my cock with a rock
Got the strap, it's a glock
Just watch your shot, with the block
Santa's not what you thought
Fourty
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
send 'em home with trays of slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster
Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter?
Right by
changin' my attitude (uh-huh)
Lil' Ton you know that I love you forever, could never be mad at you (for real)
You ain't wanna win, as bad as I want you
the lil hoe tell her sleep with the fishes
I be washing these niggas like I'm doing the dishes
Up in the party trying fuck on yo' Mrs. aye
If it's up then
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
even tryna rock it with ya
If I see you With your bro then he’s dropping with ya
We pull up with a 12 gage shotty
AK by my side four rings like an Audi
live and prosper, eat well and get fat
I was Pop Dula, popular to the masses
I miss the E-Classes, rocking game with death glasses
Rock bottom struck
Ion gotta heart yeah that's why I rock chrome shirts,
Niggas call me eagles mr kelce cause i'm snapping her
Fien & an addict yeah you know the way i
as soon as I drop
Guarantee she gon' fly for the fame
And that lil' car go fast (fast)
And that lil' car go zoom (zoom)
That lil' bitch got a fat ass
I Got them Prints just like a Cheetah bad lil hoe and she sing like Sia i rock her boat just like Aaliyah Foreign tires Bald Mr Clean i stay wit
Say what?
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
Von
Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah)
That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff
feat. El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq
[?]
I'm workin hard son certain to get the job done
Excuse me flirtin with stardom but not
coast lil munchkins
Pull up to the party
Beat her back out the function
She suck my dick so gnarly
Had to break her off with something
Fat and funny i
[Kardinal Offishall]
I just started, just finished
Lyrics complete the circle of a rap singer
Combine with feeling mean and plus a reason
And to rock
about to bust this free style,,,yeah,, oh’n,,,, oh.n
A Yo I’m here at the tip of the rock, I claimed so high Im at the tip off the rock, so while I
give my name some damn respect
Ian tripping off no broke, these n***** flodging, they some peasants
And I go by Mr. Rockout, tryna rock-out every chance
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga don't hate
Fuck all you fat fuckers leanin' up against my paint
Ice Cube, I still low
laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone
Tell them lil' niggas Flacko home
Gotta find my way back home
I've been away too long
Gotta find my
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