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BIG SEAN - Fat Raps (Remix) Lyrics

Ft. Chuck Inglish, Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper, Dom Kennedy& Boldy James

(Verse: Chuck Inglish)
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 his 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 blaow
And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down
Roll the window back up
Good, turn it back up
Ugh, UGK
Diamonds & Wood
Hold up, yea roll up
That's tight, that's right
You do this right, you might have the time of yo life

(Verse 2: 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 tryin' to fuck yo 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 you go in there to watch
Blowin on L's, smellin' like Chanel
You say you the man but dawg these bitches can't 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 tens up and start breakin' out the twelves
Bet I have yo gf shakin' out her heels
We shakin' all deals
And chasin' all meals
I'm poppin' all over how you haters all feel

(Verse 3: Big Sean)
Smoke good, fuck betta, count money, what's betta
These lil' niggas can't hang
Big shit poppin' bitch and big my first name
I'm a Westsider, Detroit player
Fuck around and I might bring back gators
Eryday I leave the crib with no money
And come back later with that muthafuckin paper
Finally famous over errything thats just how I feel bitch
They tryin' to stop my shine
They yellin hit the kill switch
Wrong nigga to deal with, unless you doin' a deal wit
Grind hard, thats how I was built bitch, woah there, whoa there
I'm who errybody know here
I come through in the club and get more money than promoters
Oh, that's yo girl! I see her at my show there
I be off in the hood I bet you don't eva go there
Aye, so slow there boy, don't go there boy
It's people you don't know there, boy
Young nigga that's addicted to the ?
And I gave these niggas more lines than corduroy
And my bitches be gorgeous boy
Showtime I hope you record 'em boy
I'm out here

(Verse 4: Boldy James)
Let's reel half of a brick and brin' it back to the kitchen
See the crack its fizzin'
Then bring it back when its finished
Jimbo put that on a dish
And Chizzel will bag it and sell it
Then boldly factor the digits
To know the cash that I'm flippin'
Six gonna get stashed in the ceilin'
6-O's in traffic I'm pitchin' this o
That one get split and broke to halves
And this one his one, and that one is his
And this o I'm bagging and this one
This o the last
The nigga Ro is a crackilitician
Rollin' the ave cuz I'm gettin' dough in that slab
cuz I'm gettin' over, they mad
I just grill em bro, with my mag on 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
Goin' as fast as yo engine go
When you smash in the strip smokin' a bag with yo bitch
Chokin', gaspin' for breath holdin'
Grabbin' yo chest from boldly maggin' that tech
Unload it faster than Vick's ? school craft to the the sick
Bomb as a brick

(Verse 5: Asher Roth)
I be frustrated with the way that shit's been agin'
And I'm bout 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 grow weed
cuz this, Naomi flowin' show gets pretty lonely
Don't nobody eva know you
Errybody call you homie
Mony Mony they'll be sure to treat you phony
As soon as you hit yo low they won't be pickin' up the phone
See, I’m on McCauley, show these fools that I am home
And when I'm on the microphone all you wanna-be's can blow me
So, take this boner to the dome you little bo-peeps
That may be inappropriate but I'm certainly no sheep
See, I only lead in this game of entertainment
Roth and Big Sean
We on Finally Famous!

(Verse 6: Chip Tha Ripper)
Yea, now roll ten of em up
Fuck the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up
Don't 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' their favorite raps
Life is playin' two kay and kickin' raps all day by the lake
Smokin' truth till I collapse in broad day
I'm surfin', radical
Gnarly, far out
My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out
Ay baby girl pass the blizzard, yo woman chose me so I had to jizz her
Don't be sleepin' or takin' no cat naps
We leaders of the new school wit these fat raps

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