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Fat Pat Other

shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close

room turn they head around? Mr. Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on crunk Who be riding up in the high-rise elevator Other

got you regurgitating And murdering everything gun shots Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Ya'll know what it is I'm coming to get it and others are

'm comin' off I got my act down pat, proud of bein' black Don't need a nigga for jack and my pockets stay fat" "A real good looker, far from a hooker

ya I cheat bad bitches (Huh, what?) I breeze past bitches (Huh, what?) (Yeah) Yo, flea bag bitches, Cease bag bitches (What) Even hardcore rap bitches Back in the day I use to love fat

now everybody's a gold digga Beer face 4 the paper I get so BITTER! Like fat pat when I rap they say "love it man" Prince Hakeem paper shout out to the motherland Fat

the show I'd like to think you know - i got murder on my mind You and your kind are growing fat on others labour You steal candy from kids and pat

here to help y'all He can't put you down, you can only make yourself fall But y'all sweat him 'cause the shit is down pat He's livin' fat, yeah the brother

said stand up to the truth There ain't no such thing as the fountain of youth Two wrongs never made it right Grass ain't always greener on the other side