Lyrics:
T.F.C.
Lyrics by: T. Krzyston
Music by: T. Krzyston & McFeenin
Bdao
Fat
You gotta love Them Fat Chicks!
Fat
Bdao
Went to this bar and there she
tap, tap in
Flex so hard, man, I should be rockin' Tapout (ooh)
But I'm Tom Ford down, I'm a standout (wow)
Grab a MAC, tap it in, I'm finna clap
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Bob and Bill and Todd
I'm gonna support your daughter with the money I make when I rob
That's another joke sir, i'm a kidder
Where am I gonna take her
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I'm
These caps I peel I kill these niggas
Midas touch on the gun, I feel these niggas
I'm cruising
Like Tom when I shoot
Bullets to your end zone, Victor with
yeah go ahead baby)
I'm a real live show and
You can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and beer'll make ya fat
out right
I need to know if we doing this shit or not, man
I'mma chill for like, another 40 minutes and then I'm going home, aight
And then, then,
this commotion
Even with the quick hits
I'm rolling deep slow motion
Crystal clear coming through like the call to ground control
Move it or lose it
Bob
I'm just a young ass nigga, bad ass bitch
Jeans hanging off my ass, racks in this bitch
40 on me now
Yeah I'm strapped in this bitch
Try me if you
a monster)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (I'm not
I'm tryna smoke
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high-ah-ah
That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah
it, throw it, throw it)
Pretty bitches gettin' naked
I'ma throw it, tom Brady
Get your money, baby, make it
She throw that ass like Jamaican (yeah)
and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
Say that you got it all
and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
Say that you got it all
Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects,
Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0
You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. y'all givin'
the Crates"
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes
I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around
I always help out and help a brother when he's
the Crates"
And my partner A.G., we always keep crazy papes
I'm staying fat, cause what comes around goes around
I always help out and help a brother when he's
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
and if you want me you can find me
i'm puffin on the bob marley (bob marley)
i got my homie riding shotty
on cops
(Facts)
Did a hunnid and forty when I hit the block
(Facts)
They lying bout they lifestyle
And the ways
You know me
Im still be driving
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