Hoping for the cashes , fat pad
Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks
No literally, i'm stickin' the cylinder with fake eyes and a fat nose
I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Cause the head of the game no cheat codes
Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,
Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees
The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies
While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill
All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill
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