Lyrics:
rappers need a ghost writer for,
cnd off another niggaz rhymes they pockets fat as Michael Moore,
Until they fucking Halle Berries makin it rain like they
Mixed with Fat Joe
Make it rain yeah
I been on point for a minute
Pass me that joint for a minute
Feeling like Troy for a minute
You can't stop me
You
LIVING THE LIFE - FUTURE FAMBO
PRODUCED BY SEANIZZLE
INTRO:
MONEY MAKE ME HAPPY, MONEY MEK
SCUUUSH!!!
MONEY MEK MONEY MEK ME HAPPY
CHO
MONEY
car seats in the back, see who I do it for
I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Its return of the rapper but I ain't on shrink
My lyrics on Fat Joe, its
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
tomorrow
Wells Fargo
Well as far as I go
I'm a sharpshooter
I knew that joe
You wouldn't knew what to do with me
Even If you had me
What only makes you
flat" (repeat 4x)
[A.G.]
Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something
flat" (repeat 4x)
[A.G.]
Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap?
Diggin' in the crates for something
to Joe who Joe Mama
Influence forever this shit like Wakanda
Fuck all that talking I ain’t with the drama
Pull out the chop make it spit like a llama
Fuck
and hate it's all the same
But I hate love it's all a game
Don't play with my heart
Thats all Im saying cause
My feelings was hurt by the shit That you did
the coach, I'm the player, I'm the GM of the team
I'm the hero and the villain when I ever intercede
Got the pockets on Fat Joe make 'em big lean
Never worry
my self away
Well, baby I'm talked about
And I felt it grow
She makes you undefiled now
And she'll clean my nose
I looked so Peaceul
I
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
pray for x zibit
I pray for nas
I pray for wayne
I pray fat joe
I wanna make you move
Where is this real Niggas
I pray ice cube, nwa
50cent g unit, was
Smoove Tape
Baby it’s about you and I
We go together like rum and coke
Or a suit and tie
You pull up, make the world subside
With your cute eyes
Fine
Im trynna make her my bitch.
And my outfit cost me a grill
And I make it rain all over yo chick.
Im a baller.
She gave me her number but I aint gonna
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
is mr.clean
That n**** no dope dealer
I been that n**** with out the green
Dirty sprite in the cup but I ain't The one that's drinking lean
Fat joe
straight on my back
Jizz in her mouth and it look like some plaque
All you niggas are pussy and rat facts
Clean up this shit like um dax facts
Fee fi fo fum
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
Japan they call me Godzilla
Up in Africa, King Kong gorilla
Don't make me, don't make me put this foot up your ass
(Don't do it)
Don't make me, don't
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
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