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点击复制Fat Raps Remix - Big Sean (大西恩)
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 f**k 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 b**ches 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
F**k better
Count money
What's better
These lil niggas cant hang
Big sh*t poppin b**ch and big my first name
I'm a westsider detroit player
F**k around and I might bring back gators
Everyday I leave the crib with no money
And come back later with that muthaf**kin paper
Finally famous over everything
That's just how I feel b**ch
They trying to stop my shine
They yellin hit the kill switch
Wrong ni**a to deal with
Less you doing a deal with
Grind hard that's how I was built b**ch
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
It's people you don't know there boy
Young ni**a that's addicted to the Polaroids
And I gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy
And my b**ches 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 it's fizzin
Then bring it back when it's 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 ni**a 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 b**ch
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 sh*t'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 w**d
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
F**k the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up
Dont give a f**k
Word to yo daddy leather sandals
Either pay the light bill or light up them candles
Regular White Owl
Cigarillo no flavors
Break that b**ch down and peel of the first layer
Smooth
Like a baby's a**
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