Lyrics:
A love in Santa Monica
A love in Santa Monica
In the picture she's sitting
Outdoors in a children's playground
She's quietly reading
And she doesn't
running tings fi di family
But 3 am is too late fi yuh pickney
Likkle Bob already fast asleep yeah
Mi wait fi yuh cah yuh know mi blood hot
Need a fat pussy
running tings fi di family
But 3 am is too late fi yuh pickney
Likkle Bob already fast asleep yeah
Mi wait fi yuh cah yuh know mi blood hot
Need a fat
flowing, don't stop it
I'm the bad bitch who hold him down (Hold him down)
Every time the holiday around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah around)
I love my fat
At the koc local 313
There's a fat man standing by the soda machine
And he knows, he knows, he knows
Life can be funny
He calls the hair salon
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
Know they gotta feel me
Knowing they gone feel me baby
See bitch I'm racked up back up lil Nigga don't make me act up
Watch how I bob and build
ginger
Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in
I Slide like Toosie
We pitching them pigeons and puffing on tulips
Fat pockets obese Big Mama Respusha
High off jet fuel standing next to the gwala
Louis new orange box blue ribbon
Like fat dudes in tight suits how I rip it
Sharp like Danny Ainge kick game Pele
Puff Bob Marley back up on rock
the loot
The man in the Santa suit
At the KOC Local 3.13
There's a fat man standing
By the soda machine
And he knows, he knows, he knows
Life can be
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks
through my back screen door
he's got a sleigh I've never seen before
Bright red suit. Steel toe boot
Oh my god this is Santa
It's just like a dream come
dripping fishes
Fat ass emoji ya peaches haah
Bitches witches Fishes
Fat ass emoji ya peaches
Am with the bros tungosuta bob marley
You know when we pull up
wings like a PARROT
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin up a normal female group with fat cellulite
That sound wack? Most of why'all goin out
You could never see what we be doin
We make moves like the teachers union
All the chronic that we be consuming
Backwoods as fat as a Cuban
You could
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
on my jobbb
Shawty wanna smoke Marley like bob
Mama ass fat like peach no cobbla
Shawty stay lying she a class A lawyer
Put da gloves on
beat da pussy
'tude
Sun came out, then by April it was a fool
Raining on my parade and complaining, texting your ex while you're playing like I can't
do the same
I got
dollaz
Pockets call em Guatemala
Weekends in Santa Barbara
Moon rocks i hit her harder
Celery go and meet the farmers
Diamonds shine like fish scale
hate a phony bitch that front that chum chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat pussy with a icy watch
I am your leader, yes I am your
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