Lyrics:
say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'
So I tell them all to put that on somethin'
type person
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear
But we been in the game for so many, many years
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
batty go suh (fling it up, gyal)
Bubble we a bubble yah suh
(Pam, we pussy fat, every man a say so) see it deh
Likkle miss, likkle miss born with
ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
gut's so heavy
If you ever think Imma lose weight, I'm never ready
Blub blub blub goes my stomach
But hey I'm honest and I'm keeping it 100
If it's hard
you notice, what I saying, it's all facts
8. I'm inside like Fat Joe, used the lean back
9. You out back, I got my strap blow your steak house
10.
a case
My shit be so hard gotta drop me a tape
No haircut in two weeks I need a tape
Her ass is so fat I don't care if its fake
I go in the booth and I one
Downshift that bitch wrist twist then I lit it up
This bitch to fast they ain’t comin
So many horses that I’m yellin out Gitty up
Then we ride through
like to ask him a round of questions at home
Make him blow the whistle on the rest of his clones
It's hard containing the truth so they start erasing
Any
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Now they lookin' for sponsors, so I'm tellin' chicks, "I'm broke"
That was prop money on the 'Gram, Kodak Black joke (I ain't got it)
I'm not a big
pimping
When I attack you know I finish
My bitch a brat she got a temper
I was going to text back but it be to hard to remember
With that money coming in it
dollar rocks
so i'm on it livin for the moment learning hard life
lessons cuz i'm young and still growing
father's only son, mama's lil boy
movin in
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
like I do it for my job
I don't know, if I go back to the old Joe
I'll be hang man by a gold rope
So God please don't leave
You know I've been
Oooooh-oooooh
Playa haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat,
I had a friend called Joe,
When friends were hard to find,
He had a restless soul,
And something on his mind,
One day I went away,
and then
and some big ass breasts
Her name is Tina, my name's Pooh
Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you knew
Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock
her ocean
Flex on that bitch like oh shit
You must be crazy don't fuck with the joe shit
Shawty lowkey I like it
Got a fat ass I pipe it
Came with
Life is hard need to get my feet up on a ottoman
I been putting in that work so I gotta win
Big fat L's I've had a lot of them
Yo it sucks to be down in
skills, business
MESS AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST HOW REAL IT IS
Backstabbers [echoes... beat turns off]
Hold up... What the? What? Yo, yo Joe what you doin
at meet and greets where i wont even be
But it's so hard
Yes its so hard
Working hard for disregard and many many broken hearts
And my life's hard, yes
up wiggle pull your pants up
If ya ass fat make it clap to this anthem
Ass all jelly so she cant help it
Sweat pants musta been made by Welch's
Cheeks
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