Lyrics:
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
i handle
As much as that’s necessary nigga
Ain’t much more that you could tell me nigga
So obessed with these dreams, i been planted the seed
Never
And I know that it musta been fate how we touch so much
You a chick that I hate cause I love so much
Me and You can get paid throwin' dubbs so much
ain't me
All that other shit
I don't really let it faze me
So much pain built up and I
Just let it make me
And nobody goin' do it so
I just gotta save me
Billboard climbin'
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waitin' for
bread, now she giving me cake
I want more, that's too small of a plate
Appetite big so I need me a tray
Young nigga, still making a way
Nah, they can't see
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
in me
I'm meant to be so much more but
Blinded by greed
It's easy to
Lose sight of me
Hear me out
Maybe I can change it from the inside out
Burn down
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
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
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
lies in the
skull
Like the coronal suture
So I write truly fat shit for the core audience
But sometimes I wonder does it really exist?
'cause true
more will I roam
For there will be contentment, and my heart will be at ease
Where the bellbird's call at evening floats on the mountain breeze.
So ring
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used
the last bullet" tattooed
So I remember the real ones in life (Joe Harrow)
I lost so much hours being awake at night my eyes started to drown
I felt so much
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
nothing to do
When winter came around, it was so cold out
I needed 2 coats just to walk to Joe's house
When it snowed and I saw a car driving down my road
I
a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin G's, no more time for the line
out of your fucking mind
I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records
So step up, come
how we roll out here in PVD tho
Sipping 'gnac sitting back bumping IGOR
Straight out the 4, from Slitty and Joe
Rocking Dior while listening to P Smoke
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
That's On Thin Ice
(I Think It's Time For
Another Ghetto Rendezvous)
I Hate You So Much It Shows
I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe
And Your Son Looks
Nose in our business
What is this some kinda joke?
Man, everywhere I go all I’m
Hearing is more talk
"What’s up with Jada and Fat Joe?
Doing a song with
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
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