Lyrics:
Yo
This one here is a bop
This one's due to make your head nod
This one's due to make you lean and rock
I said this one's due to get pull up like
MAC call him Fat Joe (lean back)
Big ol' stepper
Murder rapper
Make a nigga bleed I don't know no better
I been catching felonies
Turn him
brought lean back like Joe Crack
Couldn't give my uncle no money 'cause he would smoke that
The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that
and mek
Him come back tomorrow
Least likkle ting fi tek weh bwoy life
Swallow dem tip yah weh hallow
When we (wah?) rise di gun, bullet follow
Mac 90 rifle,
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
like cuffing
Sweet one just stepped in the party
Wid her bredrin
Said she from Bali
But that back come oso fat like nah she’s deffo Somali
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
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
of us has to worry
Because this bass is fat
And that is that
Gonna take you back
To my fucking crib
Because there is plenty to look at
My impressive
cover
Nigga there's a stain on your shirt, it's for sure not mustard
When I mix the lean with the Sprite, swear they know each other
Sorry that I skimmed
orange potus
Bring Barrack back
You throwing jabs
I'm Fat Joe
I just lean back
High off my music like a nigga that's smoking crack
These women like a drake
on a mountain
N****s they watchin like TV
Love it when a n**** go whoo sheesh (Whoo)
Throw it back on me like Coogi
Me and Joe go way back
Facts
Started off with
a Nigga lean back
Like he fat joe
Yeah we pop your punkin
Bloody mess
Like a twat is gushing
Nigga not for nothing
We the hottest in the game
Can't stop
yeah
I'm him, give a fuck about them, pockets fat, Joe, I lean back and don't dance
Ima let her put it on me
While she put it in my hand
Really
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
because my fat ass stay - living comfy
Down in d-are on the landing strip
When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
Jack-of-all-trades we do
[Fat Joe]
Should I leave, should I go, should I break apart
My mama said you would break my heart
I can't believe you were sleazing, you're a slut,
Chillin on the eastside chillin wit fats & nem/
Rememeber when i ain't have shit/
I remember back then/
I was like 5 when i seen my first Mac 10/
They ain
likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want a big freak, fat and sloppy
I kick on back, and watch
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
Who's saying names?
Who thinks they're fucking clever?
You ain't a bloke, you're a bird
And I'm back to ruffle feathers
They call me
the clit and put the pussy to rest
I might not flow like Fat Joe but I'm cool
Fucking third of the trio, a pussy eating fool
Dripping out my mouth baby
yours
Get yours,winners never quit
Get yours,go for yours,we went for ours
For those sittin' back coolin',relaxed,gettin' fat
Waitin' for the right thing
Caution, do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children
I roll it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip
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