Fat Raps Remix

Fat Raps Remix - Big Sean

Yeah

And it's fallin off the side like back fat

Givin girls rides to the crib not a rat trap

Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps

I want all these snapped in it's back in the day

Like a tall tee tag

I need that whip clean G

What's the weather gon be?

Drop top, no drips on this upholstery

Supposed to be headed downtown

Carwash like blouw

Let my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down

Roll the window back up

Good, turn it back up

Ugh, UGK

Hold up, yea roll up

That's tight, that's right

You do this right, you might have the time of ya life

Dom Kennedy

Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox

Where you get banged on if you in it or not

Lookin like Cain cuz I watch Menace a lot

And I'm tryna fuck you friend so is she with it or not?

Shout out to ATL cuz I'm in Lennox a lot

And I don't like lookin, I go in there to cop

Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot

Spendin money with the strippers u go in there to watch

Blowin on L's

Smellin like Chanel

You say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell

But ladies love Dom cuz I'm gettin that mail

To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail

Put the 10's up and start breakin out the 12's

Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels

We shakin all deals

And chasin all meals

I'm poppin all over how you haters all feel?

Big Sean

Smoke good

Fuck better

Count money

What's better?

These lil niggas cant hang

Big shit poppin bitch and big my first name

I'm a westsider, detroit player

Fuck around and I might bring back gators

Everyday I leave the crib with no money

And come back later with that muthafuckin paper

Finally famous over everything

That's just how I feel bitch

They trying to stop my shine

They yellin hit the kill switch

Wrong nigga to deal with

Less you doing a deal with

Grind hard, that's how I was built bitch

Whoa there. Whoa there

I'm who everybody know here

I come through in the club

And get more money than promoters

Oh that's your girl?

I see her at my show there

I be off in the hood I bet you don't ever go there

Ayy so slow there boy

Don't go there boy

Its people you don't know there boy

Young nigga that's addicted to the Polaroids

And I gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy

And my bitches be gorgeous boy

Showtime I hope you recordin boy

I'm out here

Let's re up half of a brick nd

Bring it back to the kitchen

See the crack as its fizzin

Then bring it back when its finished

Jimbo put that in addition

And Chizzel will bag it and seal it

Then Boldy factored a did

To know the cash that I'm flippin

6 o's gon get stashed in the ceilin

6 o's in traffic

I'm pinchin this o

And that one get split and het broke into halves

And this one his o

And that one is his

And this o im baggin

And this one

This o the last

The nigga Ro is a crack a matician

Rollin the ave cuz I'm gettin dough in that slab

Cuz im gettin over, they mad

I just grill a blow with my mag with my briches

Know I'll blast if you tempt him

Bro you will crash in yo whip

With holes in yo back cuz you hit

Going as fast as you engine go

When you smash in the strip smokin a bag wit yo bitch

chokin, gaspin for breath holdin,

Grabbin yo chest from Boldy maggin that tech

Unload it faster than Vick's concrete school

Craft to the the sick

I be frustrated with the way that shit's been agein

I'm about to take a break and get away on a vacation

Like, maybe Malaysia to escape the meditation

I'll just eat, pray and wait for my day of revelation or I'll

Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi

Change my name to Navajo

And live alone and only blow weed

Cuz this? Naomi flowin show gets pretty lonely

Dont nobody ever know you

Everybody call you homie so

Moany Moany they'll be sure to treat you phony and

As soon as you hit your low

They wont be pickin up the phone

See, I'm moved to Coney show these fools that I am home

And when Im on the microphone

All you wanna be's can roam

So, take this boner to the dome you little bo peeps

That may be inapropy but

I'm certainly no sheep

See, I only lead in this game of entertainment

Roth and Big Sean

We on

Finally Famous

Yeah, now roll 10 of em up

Fuck the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up

Dont give a fuck

Word to yo daddy leather sandals

Either pay the light bill or light up them candles

Regular White Owl

Cigarillo no flavors

Break that bitch down and peel of the first layer

Smooth

Like a baby's ass

Mercedes pass

The ladies ask can they be next cuz

I'm kickin they favorite raps

Life is playin 2k and kickin raps all day by the lake

Smokin tree till I collapse in broad day

Im surfin

Radical

Narly

Far out

My stoner chicks gather round soon as

I break the jar out

Ay baby girl pass the blizz ard

You woman chose me so I had to jizz her

Don't be sleepin or takin no cat naps

We leaders of the new school with these fat raps

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