Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FATBOY , by - Ocean Wisdom. Song from the album Big Talk Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.10.2019
Record label: Beyond Measure
Song language: English
FATBOY |
| Oop, there, I’m in the pocket right here |
| Coupes in the cribs and the profit right there |
| Tryna be the Wiz, you need to stop it right now |
| Cah rivallin' with me is just fuckin' unfair |
| I didn’t make it clear, in fact I made it unclear |
| I think they got the message when I copped the Moncler |
| I think she got the message when I bust the |
| Monogamy is boring when no hottie want stare |
| When no hottie want |
| Lookin' at my boat like what a float |
| Lookin' at her throat like what a throat |
| How you sayin' all that? |
| I can’t cope |
| Rah, and he still got that voice |
| And it’s sudden he never made a bad choice |
| Plus her daddy warned her not to deal with bad boys |
| I’m not a bad boy, rude boy, I’m a fat boy |
| I move weight in the scene like a fat boy |
| And I walk, never run, like a fat boy |
| When you see me, you better say «That boy |
| Is a young successful black boy» |
| Don’t worry mamma, I ain’t gonna quit yet |
| Cah I’m really nearly livin' off of interest |
| Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy |
| Can’t come around here on that slim fit |
| Damage her, might damage her |
| Break beat, handle that |
| Neat neck, strangle her |
| Check the caliber, check the caliber |
| Jeep traveler, stuff you in a Wrangler |
| Brangela, it’s not glandular |
| I’m just fat with it, pussy boy, you move flandular |
| Check the angle of |
| This camera |
| Quick pan around and show you man are not a man enough |
| I been around the world, I been around your class |
| Wise words, a meanie-miny-mo to pick the guy that might |
| You got a teeny-tiny-toe, you couldn’t tamper with the |
| If you’re really, nah you man are my |
| See, if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, profitely |
| And didn’t put em down to go and look through my discography |
| He would have wondered where the peck of pickled peppers went |
| When he should have listened to Wiz |
| If pickle pickin' is the policy (Ay fuck off) |
| Mandem on the road tryna get onto me |
| About the kind of |
| About the status of my company |
| I got them slowly realizin' they could never conquer me |
| I got them contemplatin' how the is all-encompassing |
| Your dad’s scared of my right hook |
| Lookin' like he’d wanna meet me for a pint, shook |
| Scared of me, tryna befriend me in the night |
| Cah he moved in close and he doesn’t want his bike took |
| Huh? |
| Your mum’s gaggin' to see me |
| In the yard since she want feel |
| In the bits, gettin' brain, and the cabin is steamy |
| It’s a stretch and away when she yam on the peewee (oh Lord) |
| flaggin' a freebee |
| Like I owe them somethin', niggas naggin' to see me |
| In the bits gettin' cah my rear view |
| I’m a fat boy |
| I move weight in the scene like a fat boy |
| And I walk, never run, like a fat boy |
| When you see me, you better say «That boy |
| Is a young successful black boy» |
| Don’t worry mamma, I ain’t gonna quit yet |
| Cah I’m really nearly livin' off of interest |
| Bank balance stay lookin' all fat boy |
| Can’t come around here on that slim fit |