Lyrics:
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How the fuck you get bitched by a bitch
Not to mention she younger too
When ya'll go to McDonald's, y'all pick a number 2 on the daily
Fucking fat
Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh
Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for
degree lives in the time of Uncle Tom
Bitches be satanic
Because they are sinking like titanic
Pass a ten figure nigga
For someone who ain't shit
When I'm
Earl On The Beat lousy
Yeah, huh, yeah, yeah ayy, uh, uh
Okay, Tory in my room, we bustin' up a stream
I'm with Jasper, we gonna get this cream
Cash
first song was like forty-eight bars with no hooks
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebooks
The microphone was in the closet, no
pimpin'
Can't phase me i'm too hot
Got 2 Glocks that pop shot
They too fat, I'm on that
My old bitch just had that
(Lil Remains) With da forty-five
With da
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene
I'm makin' mad loot, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word)
Keep the shit in check, in order
on the FaceTime
I'm the fliest nigga on his bassline
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
I'm cashin' in like
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
living fat" when I haven't even gained a pound
Friends til the end, never will I diss ya
My people's R.I.P., you know I'm gonna miss ya
40 acres and my
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
bitch, no boycott, go at some boy notches
I made a forty-five, pussy I sort that
Maybach like a fat cat, yeah
Rap game like the street game
Niggas do
doors
there's no growin room on the basement floor
I'm holding weight every 30 days
business pays
so many ways
many methods of moving my white haze
I got
show em what dat ass for, ass for
Uh
And see them aliens
Cuz
They can't stop all of us
It's that alien trap boy
You know we make that fat noise
And Bob's
at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
[Intro: HeartBreak Bob]
You already know just how I get it I flip,
Stack a lot, hell yea,
I’m stacking chickens with it
This is dirty got to go
the band from the college down the street
And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
He's forty-seven, goin' on sixteen
His request line's open, but he'll
Rockin' forty belows (ah), these niggas is hoes (ah)
Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (brr)
Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so hig
That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky
That's that pill, that's that
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
Home of the 40z we go the hardest
Nigga I'm harden I'm up by 40 I'm on the score board
It's the fourth quarter
My pack is potent just put in your
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
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