Fat Raps 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] Y'all don't even trip They can't see me in my shit Man, you see me when I whip The low breezies with the tints Magnifique with the French [?] [?], but I don't really keep that shit [?] Girl get your ass in it or I'll [?] And you know that, roll it in a roll map If you don't know how to roll that [Verse 2: Earlly Mac] I'm stash cash and it brings me till I raise the roof up If she got them Vici Secret's she gon' get [?] I don't fuck with niggas, but get rich off niggas call me Colonel Sanders If you need my whip [?] call it Bernie Sanders Pop that pussy if it's hot then drop that pussy, what If baby girl about it dawg I knock that pussy, what I'm tryna tell you what it is, 'fore I do you wrong Then I'ma tell you what it is, call it Google Chrome And being broke is something E don't do That's why I always hear "AE I-O-U" She'll never get her vowed up, no "I do" And I'm always going in nigga, no drive through [Verse 3: Curren$y] No Kreezus, fresh out the box This is [?] Chasin' the sun halfway to another million Trapped door floors, chandelier ceilings Bitch you running with the dealers Three piece wheel less, parked out front, they gotta feel this Dressed out, still geared up When I arrive bitches cry like I die Fresh to death or what, you decide Suck a nigga with that new design I wasn't [?] Picked up checks, hella times Bathing Ape Lookbook 2005 Busy works bees getting waxed in the hive I been in the [?] High on trees, climb top, look at me, can't stop 'em Can't cop it, one to one, and shed it when I dropped it Smoked out in the tropics, send your girl to cop me boxes Got a lot of for an hour, and then I shower [?] In a direction of them dollars, I'm all about it Came to get money, won't leave without it Outside we got them low riders hoppin' Laid them fat raps, got swollen pockets And in the magazines printed all about it [Verse 4: Big Sean] Live life, get high, change the world, do it all man before you go In Europe riding Europeans so it's not a foreigner They like show me the moves, no time for a tutorial It's levels to the game, like who put this shit on story mode His story historical Mr. Anderson I know Sway ain't got the answers so I'm looking for the oracle All my favorite rappers told me life's a bitch, so I'ma fuck the world through the glory hole So that bitch can't take me to the Maury show If she don't smoke weed, pop pills, suck dick If it's one thing that I hate, man it's boring hoes All my girls love me, so if I die today it'd be like 5,011 some freaks at the memorial, bitch Got a couple screws loose Still in a winner's circle, you just tryna get off in a loop, fruit, loop Turned nothing into two, something into new I could write a bestseller outta alphabet soup Came up nigga yeah that's all we do The world is in my palms, I'm a fucking [need palm trees?] Girl on my arm, she in love with my charm but She can't hold my hand no, even if she palm read First time I met Oprah, boy that was motivation Went from standing in course, to starting up a corporation All my hoes rated R, all your hoes overrated And I fuck 'em just cause, still no relations, bitch call me [Verse 5: King Chip] Yeah, and we got LeBron back I'm doing the Johnny Manziel he'll never sign no contract Cause I'm bound to no noun, no person, place or thing Could ever percolate no king, I'm in a circle with these rings I call Donald Sterling up and said I'm back and proud She said I'm mixed, I say would you mix with black and mild Bitch bad but she looking for a favor She working bottle service hope a nigga come save her I just [?] and snap a photo She said "Ooh, was this Malibu" all I could say was "No hoe" All I need is two blunts and a bottle water Need my bitch to be a queen not a daughter Bitches with their own cribs offer me a [?] [?] you know I get them cause I got them [?] looking like somebody shot them East side of Cleveland take your life without no problem Ballin', we all got a little bit of Pac in us You racists I respect you more if you just wore your swastikas Keep it twerking, I'm a rapper and a person You can tell how I keep smoking, keep cursing I'm with Mike Tyson, eating a sandwich And my bands hella thick, check the bandwidth Cause the DJ came back up and like the backwood Eating good, bitch I'm living good cause I rap good