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BandLab"
I can't focus when you here because girl that a** fat
You just my audience because you clap with no hands
Make my voice high on purpose because I

done had those
Yeah, I'm an asshole, and I swear it's by nature, I feel like Fat Joe
The way I'm leanin' from this cup and I can't pass on
She got

'm clinging to this f-ing n I brought this bitch for static 
if I squeeze it at your cabbage only God can intervene 
Run that bag up we got it by any means 
I

it's on the main show
Stan spittin quick as Jess' f1 minute sippin cafecito
I think I'm Pete Rose, bettin on me out in Vegas
Fit lookin squad sponsored

Escobar Studios b****

hamdulillah b**** I'm a God

I told your mom get the f*** out the car

#winning

God's gift to women just mind your business

Damn you fat like winnie the pooh (indubitably)
You a toilet like poo poo
Damn you smell like doo doo (pee-ew!)
And I'm with my man Lou Reed, we chilling

likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..

[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja

a f**k, God by my side..See me speedin’ I don’t rush and savin’ all my coins, cause them coins lead to bucks, I already won boy ain’t no keepin up, ain’t no

Giiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllllllll!
Till the day I die

I'm the soul controller
GI joe, ho I control the soldiers
Float like Noah, and I toat for stolers
Leave the nappyhead ho with

this bitch
And I'm mobbing by myself you know I don't give a shit
Zilla F Baby had to hop up on this beat
Know I do it for tha burbs and I do it for tha

said I got dos
I took her to the mall, cause I got gift cards
She give me sloppy like I'm Joe yeah, cause I got hard
Chasing a check like Mr. Krabs
She

Mike D
Playa haters, wanna know who I be
The capital letters, F-A to the T
Coming down slow, in my candy red drop
Everybody looking at me, but I don't

can't deal with you
But I like that
Try to fight me I'll fight back
Yo ass so fat yeah I bite that
You ride it so good yeah you bike that
But you playing

I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get, cook, crack!
I'm tryna get it, let some fiends hit it
Let 'em lean wit' it, make sure they Bean wit' it
If they

Amerika

Trick Daddy

Thugs Are Us

2001

a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you

B-Boy

Macklemore

The Language of My World

2009

to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by

Ah
Questa è Pali life
Dee
Yeah
J-O-E
J-O-E
Questa è Pali life
Yeah
Senti, senti
Ah

Inverno alle Bahamas, fumo Calabazas
Cripto le

my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,

Nightfever

Mark Arneson

Smooth Sax Tribute to the Bee Gees

2005

side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another

Night Fever

Ex-It

CD Groove

1998

side lift your hands and let me hear you dash
Bring up the sound and let it rise
Because this big fat jam will take you by surprise
It's just another

I got 24 ounces of Aroma Joe's and
I'm back up on my game
I just toured the states for like 40 dates
And I just touched back in Maine
I sold more

Satan Claws

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

1st Verse
Christmas is all fiction made up by some dumb

weight
You don't know when you subbing
You can tell a lot by how they eat they mutton
They ain't nothing
Two step with a lean
I'm shoulder shrugging

and a couple tattoos
And I be rollin' damn fat blunts too
I don't give a f*** about anyones opinion
These vibes will never pass into oblivion
Damn hi**, hate