Lyrics:
I’m fucking Cher
You showed me how to lean back
Told me to make it rain
Now I proudly serve you my hurricane
Feed me a beat Like Jeffrey Dahmer
I’m
I'm walkin' down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
I'm gonna make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is
tuddie blap
It make her booty fat
You know I'm slapping it differently
Jump in that wraith
In throw bentley bs
Call me young shiggdy
I got the remedy
Two
Ayy, so much drip on me, I'ma just make it rain, yeah
Ice all on my neck, been through a whole lot of pain, yeah
Nigga, I'm one of one, me and you
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/
his bunny’s that he got the good deals
You know
I know
We know
Its Joe
The Bro
To go
Oh no
A hoe
Towards a motherfucker with bad mommy issues
Leave
bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the FAT, to the, JOE
Drink Cris' with
rappers need a ghost writer for,
cnd off another niggaz rhymes they pockets fat as Michael Moore,
Until they fucking Halle Berries makin it rain like they
Mixed with Fat Joe
Make it rain yeah
I been on point for a minute
Pass me that joint for a minute
Feeling like Troy for a minute
You can't stop me
You
pull up you get smoked
Pockets looking fat no cap no joke
Yuh
Pockets looking fat no cap no joke
Yuh
It all started with some big talk
I've been digging
car seats in the back, see who I do it for
I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Its return of the rapper but I ain't on shrink
My lyrics on Fat Joe, its
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
toleratin' dissin'
We gon' kill 'cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain't cappin' when we rappin'
We gon' make sure they feel it
We ain't runnin'
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
pray for x zibit
I pray for nas
I pray for wayne
I pray fat joe
I wanna make you move
Where is this real Niggas
I pray ice cube, nwa
50cent g unit, was
so
Make monkey face, gyal whine go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad, nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem
she got a pretty Bottom
Pour it up in the fanta watch it Trickle to the bottom
Shake it up her ass fat watch her Shake it up
Took her way back like Joe
the lean hard like fat joe,
She on her aunt flow, and Me I’m on my cash flow,
She said the world on her back, she need her back broke,
She said I love
rainfall (Hold up)
They just hope that it's storming
They always gonna tell you when it rains it pours
Mother Nature's crying inside
I know I didn't tell you
on the other team
You'll lose the game but make it seem
Like nothing could be further from the truth
Shoeless Joe did what they said he dropped a couple
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
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