Lyrics On And On - DJ E-Feezy, Fat Joe

On And On

I do it BIG with shoulder staying low key firing lamborghini hoes beat joe lee
diamonds
God dwellers never role we do time better watch me puff havanas and wine sellers
Now who’s hotter private place from milan to battter while the dawg says shots
its the shottas napkins tucked over versace eating pasta baby hard bottoms and
bow ties
Duce threes and four fives hey niggas trying to jump man duce threes and four
fives hey niggas tryin to jump man and fleet of women getting sun tanned go
shot the same day left the hospital star shit racketeering and prostitutes hats
off to the dawg salute
Life life where do your money go is it up your nose or fancy clothes all around
the world it goes on and on and on
On and on and on and on one mans dream is a next man reality
Young capo flow fast like marcy olago sometimes i drive slow i find my mind
getting right on the block so every now and then i gotta let this Glock go pops
told me i am the macho
Pete put me in the spot now i got joe what am racing to the top for am seeing
faces i dont recognize niggas hating till they dead and i will not fall taking
vegas to the head and thinking about the bitches conversations with the feds
another john doe yellow tape on the block let his mom go we know that boy dead
in this world you ain’t never rich what he said in our world you can never
snitch he said befor ma big bro told me i was on i was living every day like it
was already gone
Huh the mclaren got no hand do one beef next week like more can do you broke am
rich opposite attract they grow with shit pah got rid of that beans on the nine
sick feens on the line sixteen big dreams on the line so i’m giving niggas like
me dont fight faith its not fair plus stay in your night gares bullets don’t
discriminate fuck whos right man do u turns and running red lights reserve the
black coastal on them ninja bikes take flights to new heights enjoy life K G
anna lee motto mamma is in the beemer running through the Bronx with a dog
called agina we on the move you called peter wish luck go where my nolo marry
gina