Lyrics:
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
happened sooner
What, you never knew my style fat like Yokozuna
Old school cat straight breakin' it to ya
When it come to emcees, they don't make'em like
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
masturbate
Pass the cake, a Big Mac
Large fry, two four-piece nuggets
And a fuckin' massive shake
I eat it all faster than a fat kid's plate
Then I'll need
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in
skins with the big racks
On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio
Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe
Say what you want to, say
I'm the God of autotune and you niggas just a hoe
Yeah average Joe
I said it once and I'll say it twice
Nigga I'm not nice
Fuck fat niggas
Fuck fat
shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
Know what I'm
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
you know what
There's nothing smart about you Joe
47 years
You've done nothing
And if you would have had
Let me just tell you something Joe
If you would
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
been havin' all the keys
They can come in any number but I get em' by the three
She know what I like to see and she gone go get on her knees(yea)
You
remote controlled
Too remote controlled
Too remote controlled
By the bank note
Uh
Now you pale
That I work for maself
Ma ass off and take the shelf
Bitches wanna take a flight to Paris
3 by 3 with the .9 they perish
Saying it's just the money she cherish
Feeling like Midas stay gold to the touch
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
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
to give
White hancock, throw you cross the Blacktop
You done made a bad choice
Like all these fuckin fat cops
Wanna donut?
I know its low but, so what
Its
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
Everybody wanna act up, pull up
But you’re silent when that black truck pull up
Wolf is in the building
Now the sheep pull their wool up
Luvs huggy
the Bronx the home of fat Joe
We move o's in the x nigga tic tac toe
Got some nigga's in high bridge all about the dough
But my wash ave nigga's they mac
the public
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young!
Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole
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