Let the Fat Bitch Sing
When it's all said and done (It ain't over til I fit one in ya fitted nigga)
Til that fat bitch sing her song (Ok, Don't sleep, I got bullets for you niggas, word)
No, I ain't forget not one (Shot Squad, everybody get facials too)
Now that fat bitch finished her song (Rock and roll with me, Hard White)
I'm from where there ain't no sunshine, If you ain't from here boss don't cross the gun line
Every time ya niggas get touched ya talk to one time (Snitch as nigga) Yea he's man down
And if a nigga owe me one red scent with that one guy
That freed the slaves so he about face nigga I want mine
But if I owe you a Lincoln then what the fuck haa (What the fuck) Take that as a loss
It ain't just a recession baby it's crunch time, Duck season no eats GP them guys
What hand you served him with not one dime (I gave you a chance) My nigga hands down
They like White you the hottest Puerto Rican since Pun died
And I had to figure that out when ya Bruh died, Now how much Puerto Ricans must die
From my man black gat, Brraa-brraa-Bbrrrraaaaaa
When it's all said and done (It ain't over til I fit one in ya fitted nigga)
Til that fat bitch sing her song (Ok, Don't sleep, I got bullets for you niggas, word)
No, I ain't forget not one (Shot Squad, everybody get facials too)
Now that fat bitch finished her song (Rock and roll with me, Hard White)
Til that fat bitch sing her song (Ok, Don't sleep, I got bullets for you niggas, word)
No, I ain't forget not one (Shot Squad, everybody get facials too)
Now that fat bitch finished her song (Rock and roll with me, Hard White)
I'm from where there ain't no sunshine, If you ain't from here boss don't cross the gun line
Every time ya niggas get touched ya talk to one time (Snitch as nigga) Yea he's man down
And if a nigga owe me one red scent with that one guy
That freed the slaves so he about face nigga I want mine
But if I owe you a Lincoln then what the fuck haa (What the fuck) Take that as a loss
It ain't just a recession baby it's crunch time, Duck season no eats GP them guys
What hand you served him with not one dime (I gave you a chance) My nigga hands down
They like White you the hottest Puerto Rican since Pun died
And I had to figure that out when ya Bruh died, Now how much Puerto Ricans must die
From my man black gat, Brraa-brraa-Bbrrrraaaaaa
When it's all said and done (It ain't over til I fit one in ya fitted nigga)
Til that fat bitch sing her song (Ok, Don't sleep, I got bullets for you niggas, word)
No, I ain't forget not one (Shot Squad, everybody get facials too)
Now that fat bitch finished her song (Rock and roll with me, Hard White)
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Writer(s): Hard White
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