Lyrics:
the clit and put the pussy to rest
I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool
Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool
Dripping out my mouth baby
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
a-a-ass up, face down
(Mera, dime, Fat Joe, lo' intocable' ¿oíste, cabrón?)
Yes, ass up, face down
(Papi, tú me dice', qué el que fantasmee en Nueva York
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
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
topie jeszcze więcej osiągnięć
Dam ci mój rap w jego najlepszej formie
By twój wysiadł jak McGyver przy Jamesie Bondzie
Tomas Oxy Dj Joe rap robimy byś go
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
our blood
Uh, new heroines, new Marilyns
Move coke through Maryland
Through Easton, oh, you beastin'
Move fat packs, Jack Gleason
The honeymoon's
here, over here
Over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
flow
To bring in some plaques so
Sit back and pack cones
Picture myself in a black ghost
Bumpin' Fat Joe
"Y'all wanna live my lifestyle"
I be places that
pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
on God
Give me time, I'm trying to find
Peace of mind, it's hard to find
Get the bag, it's all mine
I'm a monster, by design
I don't kick it with
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
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