Lyrics:
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
to bed on her
Lil' shawty got a fat ass
A good lil' head on her
And they talk behind my back
Cause I know they scared of me
Your aim off, lil nigga, boy my
don't go to church
More time I had more faith in cunch
Her ass fat I can tell from the front
My pocket fat you can tell by the watch
Before I buy ice
By now the voices had taken their toll
Had taken its toll
And the boy
He lost all control
They called him
Fat sam the blunder
Fat Sam the weak
I ain't got no motherfuckin’ friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know
Yea
Hey
It's your boy Fat Al
Hey. This song right here, know what I'm sayin'
For all my hustlas that be comin' down
You comin' down and you play
fat nots Im folding
I'm just doing my thing
State to state your man stay touring
Major deals dat boy controlling
Every club big stacks Im throwing
Yeah
Boy, and He gets it on the Low
He's a Rubber Band Boy, and that's all he really know
He's a Rubber Band Boy, Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Ra-Ra, Rubber Band
up and dump it like a truck Tonka.
Send your bullies home,
Just to fly on my rib or drink when the boy passed by.
She's looking like a Cupid,
So I
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
[This song is on SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed]
[First Verse:]
This weed got my brain burnin',
Learnin' as the World turnin',
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
You can't stop me
So don't try me
Don't try me
Ayo it's your boy brntjc
Marisol and Andre needa take a seat
Be alright, DTT, they ain't got hits
always lookin' for my nut
Hol' up
Wait, hol' up
I'm a Dior addict, I'm a Fendi fanatic
My b**** ass so fat, couldn't help but to grab it
I'm straight
it's just dick is on stiffer
By now you should see why me and you differ
Oh, These boys is always cumming first I can see why y'all don't last
Niggas
fat
Everything I do they make it out a hashtag ( Hashtag )
Beats produce by Will and every song you gonna run it back
Son getting bigger one day might
boy, trap boy
See me in the club shawty call me throwback boy
Black boys, black toys, eatlin like the Fat Boys
Gucci on the track boy, how you love
Your beauty so fine, yeah, your skin be so soft, yeah, I just wanna touch you, yeah, I wanna go down there
These boys be hating on me, I don't give
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
Bad Boy
D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
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