BIG SEAN - Fat Raps (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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