Lyrics:
Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm and it ain't the Hen'
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
he's no threat
He's just trying to pay his debt
On a credit card, you bet it's hard
All them bills he can't cover yet
It's about an average joe
Average
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us
Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
the first round is about to begin.
It’s so big
She can back it up
Back it up
Back it up
(Go ahead bring it back!)
It’s so fat
She can back it up
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
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
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
oh that's different
I go so hard my hat's dripping
Your music is boring, I think it's abhorrent
I'm tourin', no lying, your faking is foreign
I was in
so damn hard, you break your spleen wit' it (you break your spleen wit' it)
Pull up ya jeans wit' it (pull up ya jeans wit' it)
Smoke some green wit'
so damn hard, you break your spleen wit' it (you break your spleen wit' it)
Pull up ya jeans wit' it (pull up ya jeans wit' it)
Smoke some green wit'
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
and forth)
My heart is beating your face
(I mean, my man's coming from every angle)
Xaul Zan! I leave a fat trace
We made your bounce so hard in your car
It
I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go,
Myrtle
Mawmaw Pat, that's real
Uncle Joe
Lil Mike
My nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left lives torn, fareal
So many bodies
thug posse
[Fat Joe]
For the right price, I put any ? up on ice
So for a green card
Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice
Send 'em to Christ takin'
Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
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