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pac div - f.a.t. boys 08 lyrics

[hook:]
i’m a fat boy, i’m a i’m a fat boy
i’m a fat boy, i’m a i’m a fat boy

pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m a fat boy (yup)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m i’m a fat boy (yup)
pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m a fat boy (yup)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i i’m a fat boy (yup)

[verse 1: big mibbs]
now let’s go heavy on the beat
i lean with my chevy on the creep
squeak through ya neighberhood very discreet
peace as i turn into andretti on the streets
i’m well tuned and the sound is fresh air
now just -ssume it’s goin’ down like pressed hair
now what can ya tell me
i kick it like pelle
with pretty young things that got rings in they bellay
welcome to l.a., home of the ese
chrome on the chevay
take a few tokes and then choke off the pepé le pew
and yes they da crew that finna rule for a decade or
two
there’s nothin’ you can do besides stand there and
watch
with hands in your pockets, sayin’ n-gg- they can rock
it
i’m i’m a fat boy, i’m i’m a fat boy
yea you heard the track boy
now let’s bring it back boy like

[hook:]
pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m a fat boy (yup)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m i’m a fat boy (yup)
pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i’m a fat boy (yup)
i’m a fat boy (yup), i i’m a fat boy (yup)

[verse 2: be young]
ay yo, pac div’s chillin’, chillin’ is good
just got paid, do my thang as i should
in my new car speakers bang, let ’em push
girlie say be young that hook is no good
speakers understood, there ain’t none fresher
so cool in school i skipped both semesters
girls blew me kisses and sent over letters
sayin’ dey luh my style, when they wanna know better
well uh, i tell ’em i do dis in my leisure
sean john, gaultier, d&g sneakers
yea sean short nay it’s colder as ya freezer
broke as a joke but i still toke visas
(woah) yo check how we kill em from da door (doh)
pac div man we kill em with the flow (flow)
and i’m a fat boy so you know how it go
b-boy pose, chillin’ with uh

[verse 3: likewise (like)]
yeah, you heard the hook right?
the new school fat boys, what it look like?
we spit rounds to ya beats for a good price
we crisp down to the sneaks, make you look twice
look twice, won’t get a third time
see i’m from planet mars, i’m not from earth, i’m
something different, i crash landed
this whack sh-t i’m seein’, i can’t stand it
you dudes rap like, they got a mac, right?
lip gloss be poppin’, better act right
i spit awesome, sick cough and crack light
the flow’s dope, though i never lived a trap life
yeah, the fat boy i got my swag right
we never left, but it feels like we back, right?
pac div in this b-tch getchya facts right
3 in the front, 20 more in the back, like

woah, i’m a fat, fat, fat boy (woah)
i’m a fat (yup), fat boy (yup), slap (yup) dat pac
(yup)
i’m a fat (woah) fat boy, i’m a, i’m a (woah) i’m a fat
boy (yup) boy, boy (yup)
i’m a fat boy slatch dat pac boy (yup, woah, yup, woah)
(huh, woah)

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