Fat Joe - MGM Grand lyrics
rate meI’m the realest nigger in here, you already know it
A lot of yous is fuck boys, you already showed it
Used a sword to slit them all wet, diamonds on the Cuban
Where the fuck have you been at? I’m producing Rick Ruben
Some of you call it Britney, recipe’s Whitney
When you live your dreams nightmares can turn in tricky
Chasing till your heart stops, some niggers don’t make 18
I was pitching hard rocks when you was watching 18
Rocky Balboa hard ain’t a mystery
And I’m rocking more gold chains than mister T
I love strippers like 2 Chainz
And that new, new Celine bumping two slaves
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread
That’s a kick fight
Better push your broad in the fat pussy
Let her take it wrong
Bring it back to me
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread
That’s a kick fight
Better push your broad in the fat pussy
Let her take it wrong
Bring it back to me
Platinum crucifixes, diamonds the crowner thorns
And you popped and popped the hoods, survived the...
Suicide, it’s a suicide
No Justin Timberlake, no suit and ties
Out here Timberlands in the hoodie and they wanna strap
To the same bet they put Sookie on
Fuck about I’m screaming
TS s about the flight
6 people in the 12 seaters for the night
Now that’s 12 niggers, six figures to match
On out way to Vegas with your bitch rolling the craps
Cracking watch the money show
Out here Christians have the bitches catch the holy ghost, uh
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread
That’s a kick fight
Better push your broad in the fat pussy
Let her take it wrong
Bring it back to me
MGM Vegas on a late night
Bet I put the bread
That’s a kick fight
Better push your broad in the fat pussy
Let her take it wrong
Bring it back to me
