Lyrics:
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She want be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now
Ayy, Kodak
Yeah I'm fresh out man
This that summer jam man
Y'all slide this shit 'til school start back
Look, I'm 'bout to slide on ya ass
I
lil hoes be phony
And my kd cost forty
You know that I'm smoking the gas
And you know I'm
Flooring
The gas
And I'm lit
Let me pass you a wood
And tell
like 8 pairs i'm a complicated man
That's a used Porsche Cayenne on pants
My laundry's a 40g orgy
Talks of lawyer fees in Portuguese
My wrist is
(Hook)
Ima throw you hoes a pool party, finna wet sum.
Tom Brady with the chop , gone and catch sum.
I’m takin off in this bitch like a jet or sum.
be lounger
Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours
Is it all fair in love with war
Packs To Hide The Fat, Mines Hide The Racks
Build A Bag, Build A B!$$h, Build A Brick, Yea
Bob The Builder w/ A Stick, I Can Fix It
I Got Money, I Don’t
Packs To Hide The Fat, Mines Hide The Racks
Build A Bag, Build A B!$$h, Build A Brick, Yea
Bob The Builder w/ A Stick, I Can Fix It
I Got Money, I Don’t
nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep
at the waves
She keep on calling cuz i aint been home in somes days
Im on the road to them riches if yeen wit me then stay out the way
I done been left by some
Feel like Mr. Krabs, I'm lookin' for some panties
Skinny jeans, big knots, fat like Tammy
I got braids, rock turban, like Pakistani
My girl is too faded,
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga I'm ready to peel
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
Are you sitting comfortably?
RHYME FAT by JAEBO
Prepare your ears
Fly back
When I decided I should write raps
Like Mike Tyson realising he could fight
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
a bitch about my grip
Bubblegum bubblegum chew it by the pound
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)
Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)
We got the funk doody don shit,
on the gas and I'm chasing my dreams
I know you had doubts so take a seat
Bitch you in for a treat
Muhammed Ali bob and I weave
You make believe and I make em
with my brother, feel like Meech and Terry
These niggas be rats, Tom & Jerry
I can't wife no bitch, to them racks I'm married
It used to be Levi's, I'm
of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
I'm alive
I
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