Lyrics:
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
when you that dope
Call the popo Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
out it's that time
He don't play games anymore but it's looking like Mortal Kombat time
He had Scarface playing on DVD in the background
So when he
my last song of the evening
Hope you guys had a good time
You know I do it for you
We gon rock like this
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
the handle I use
Oh, what fun to see the whole country with my man
I'm by his side on almost every trip
I sing a bluesy song, Joe loves to sing along
So
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
he'll die
Doesn't really matter
A boy move fishy that boy get battered
So much lizzy its making me fatter
They see me i'm making them scatter
Yeah
Moving
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
reminds me that i'm so fat
I'm so fat.
No pizza has arrived
And i am so hungry
I rang up at 6:25
For a delivery
Even though i could
Have gone out
I
out to Warren just so I can be like G and em
Stopped by the plug down the street and I bought three of them
I'm not no Lil' Mabu I'm not no Lil' seeto
the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where I dwell, them boys ain't ??? so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed I smoke and sell more coke
new hoes
Ran this shit up so much, nigga got new poles
Pop him, make his head fall in his lap, touch his toes
Ran this shit up want more
Any bag that
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
work for this I got no one helping
So I learned more than just the art of flowing
And a hard performance I'm producing making all beats for this
Ain't no
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
all there's more money to make
Drippin' so much that I'm floodin' the drain
I love the high 'cause it's everlastin'
Take an eighth of shrooms look at my
by Kid Joe
Ah yea I'm Shawn Jay and I want to make a special announcement
To all the baby mamas I see you bitch, you too bitch
Baby, baby, baby
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
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