Fat Raps de Big Sean

Letra da musica Fat Raps de Big Sean

Fat Raps
Fat Raps

Smoke good.
Fuck better.
Count money.
Whats better.
These little niggas cant hang.
Big shit popping bitch and big my first name.
I'm a west sider, detroit player.
Fuck around and i might bring back gators.
N-gga what?
Everyday i leave the crib with no money.
And come back later with that mutha fuck-n paper.
Finally famous over everything thats just how i feel bitch.
They trying to stop my shine.
I haven't hit the kill switch.
Wrong n-gga to deal with unless you doing a deal with.
Grind hard. thats just how i was built bitch.
Whoa there. whoa there.
Round here.i know. everybody know here.
I come in through the club and get more money than promoters.
Oh thats your girl?
I see her at my show there.
I be off in the hood.
I bet you dont ever go there.
Ayy so slow there boy.
Don't go there boy.
Theres people you dont know there boy.
Young n-gga thats addicted to the polaroids.
Flash.
And i gave these n-ggas more lines than corduroy.
And my bitches be gorgeous boy.
Showtime i hope you record em boy.

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