Lyrics:
games with oh no
(yea) she just live life for the moment
She only playing with feelings
Oh yea she love what she doing
All for doe and that fat dick
She
Equalizer start my watch I had to time the kill
We up all night calculating war we ain't got no time to chill
Fat boy but ain't no weight on my shoulders
I
playground
Good life so far, but I'm goin' for the gold, platinum, and a Ferrari for a car
Couple sets of fat cheeks just to clap when I want
I'm a star,
droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in
with my sense of Logic,
Having been sent by Bob the Builder to fuck up my game and overall disposition to be wild.
Be surpised how dumb people are
sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
Playing
on the motherfucking ROC fitted
Before the big life I had to start with the scrimmage
Know that it'd come sooner or later, I'm Trae Young, nigga
Huh, I'm Trae Young,
taffy, classic
Fire in the hole backdrafting
Fold wild life out of the wolf pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all
shoulder than the chips made by Pringle
So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor
Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
I'm death to an MC, below
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
will get you nowhere, unless it's the derriere
And that will get you everywhere
Went to the flea market, was in the cark, parked it
Big fat blunts, if
the b****es walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the b****es hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me
behold yo
Im here grinning
Like I'm winning the lottery
There's a lot a reasons why
Cause I chose
Not to loath I realised
My life in a summary
Would be
When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,
to the crib, twins are knocked out
Crazy life we live, straight hustlers no doubt
Gotta get to Vegas, two jobs to do
Vegas jobs are tough, wild like the zoo
Last
a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want to check it to see if I wreck it
The only record your man
to the States
In the hood by sticks and drums like this Long and McQuade
Getting punished by my parents, yelling "This a mistake"
In the jail, didn't change me,
the heart
Slim Spigga n fat joe, all set let's go let's go
the meaning of this song
I think everybody should know
my style is like no other
when I speak it's
motherfuckers see a
Thug when he come through i'm feelin' it
I got my Guccis on, killin' it
Game and Fat Joe don't know
Who they dealin' with
Let a nigga run up
rice
(this is where you spark up a fat blunt and make sure its spicy boo)
Baked like fortune cookies, china town
Slanted eyes down, lookin like a china
got that pussy like arteries of a fat man with a lot of knees this a gust of wind on a hot summer day
Someone sprinting by it's called a breeze you got
Small chick with a fat ass
Did I say that out loud, let me backtrack
I know my game ain't that bad
Have you ever made out with a Gap ad?
too fat
Destroying one another with heavy metal gats
Martin Luther wouldn't wanted it this way
Malcolm X saying violence on ourselves is far from
side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
Playing with her
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