Lyrics:
What's up, Pauly?
Yeah, oh, I, don't, know
If I can make it through this
No other way around it
Just gotta keep it pushing
Oh, I, don't, know
Your stressed (Stressed)
See me with the red and blue Gucci stripe across my chest
Call me blessed, this ain't bless (Naa)
Tryna make it from round
she knows the bit around me.
Lace it and only, like a barb, baby freight baby, Dean,
I'm in a line, mida make a move, cross a state rollin',
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love
Gotta get my paper
rocky
Ben and Jerry's for them apologies
Jigga called up my phone
Just to tell me that He proud of me
I ain't even make it yet
But feel like I'm a prodigy
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
Fat Rap (Brothers)
Michael Sanchez
Yeah
Sanchez Productions
The family are here
(Yeah)
Let’s do it
Yeah
Let’s get it
It’s the Family
It’s the Bros!
Family of six no food in the fridge
But we just took life as it went by
I’ve looked death straight through
My left eye
Heart broken 'cah she moved
the pace up now
We are turn up the place right now
See the pain in my face right now
Need to stack it and I need it right now
No time just for settle man I
talk. It's the way that you smile
Make me wanna get a drop of your taste in my mouth
I ain't trying to be a freak. That's the way that I know
How to say
baby
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up
And you and me, we can shine up
So, baby, come make your mind up
Said if
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
and spread your legs now
What I'm about to do will make you scream
You better lube it up
'Cause it's easier to get it deeper in
In her hole 'til she
bring the grip with the passion
To be the fuckin' greatest
Load up and take shit
Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack 'til we got
boy takin' back punk
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
All that ignorant chit-chat, I get a big bat
I'm steppin' up to the plate
Swinging so hard, when I hit 'em it
to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm
Jam it, jam, Teddy.
Hey, ew, oh yeah.
I can make you dance if you want me to.
Let me see you cruisin' on the dance floor, baby.
(Sound so good
the poom poom, send it to POPPA
Shake it baby shake it baby shake it don't STOPPA
Let me see you do the booty hop (HOP)
And now make the booty STOP
Now
do too much always acting on a camera
You can my ask my mama n that's word to the slammer
Sanchez coming home free him out the slammer
Tryna turn it up
Hallucinatin' this hit will make you see (a ghost)
You're mine, it's alright
You said that you ain't smoke in a while baby
So we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up
groove? (Yeah)
Show me what you do, make me move
Baby, make me (come on)
Don't stop it, baby
Don't stop 'til you get it up (baby, make me)
Don't stop
groove? (Yeah)
Show me what you do, make me move
Baby, make me (come on)
Don't stop it, baby
Don't stop 'til you get it up (baby, make me)
Don't stop
here with this thang
It's all delicious baby
[Verse 3:]
I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three
Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC
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