Fat Raps 歌词

Smoke good. Fuck better. Count money. Whats better. These little niggas cant hang. Big shit popping bitch and big my first name. I'm a west sider, detroit player. Fuck around and i might bring back gators. N-gga what? Everyday i leave the crib with no money. And come back later with that mutha fuck-n paper. Finally famous over everything thats just how i feel bitch. They trying to stop my shine. I haven't hit the kill switch. Wrong n-gga to deal with unless you doing a deal with. Grind hard. thats just how i was built bitch. Whoa there. whoa there. Round here.i know. everybody know here. I come in through the club and get more money than promoters. Oh thats your girl? I see her at my show there. I be off in the hood. I bet you dont ever go there. Ayy so slow there boy. Don't go there boy. Theres people you dont know there boy. Young n-gga thats addicted to the polaroids. Flash. And i gave these n-ggas more lines than corduroy. And my bitches be gorgeous boy. Showtime i hope you record em boy.