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Fordítás: Ékszer. Fat Boy.
sleep, don't think, just eat your daddy's little boy your mama's pride and joy you know they love ya but not because they hold ya fat boy says, "
But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for
me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!) Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild) I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me For
our riches Yes she say she love me, every time she fucks me But then she sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just
one man army, the one hand on the Tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your face like the Bad Boy
let me rip it up yeah and you cant get drastic everybody knows that your fake and your plastic so please don't come with that wack shit sound boy I
is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out
on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told
polite to bend over in Starkey face Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body And my jewels hang low like my balls
Now get your back up off the wall Dance, come on Now get your back up off the wall Dance, come on Now do it Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby Let's go Ready or
' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow Ever seen a fat boy in a big
bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never seen it Some people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never cheated Oh boy
"Down 4 U"(feat. Vita, Ashanti, Charlie Baltimore) New? Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti? Fat Joe, All Murder Inc? Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT? Whaaaat
and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
New... Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti... Fat Joe, All Murder Inc... Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT... Whaaaat...... [Chorus:] I wanna be your chick
