It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen
On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake
And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,
Murdering man who fucks chicks
Lil prps like 3 digits
That i'd, never ever ever go broke
And i be good til the fat woman sing a note
We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt
Still they wonder how i seem so confident
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
Here nigga on the road
Big and fat, as my big fat oak
With certainty they're slurping meat like fat bitches and sausage links
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
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