Superhero
Fat Ray
GENRE
[Verse 1: ZelooperZ]
(Bruiser Brigade!)
All my rules scientific, bitch feed me Fig Newtons
Parents in and out the precinct, all my pieces got pigment
Bitch bust it open, Boosie, pieces tell story ruins
[?] figment, imagination like a prison
Emancipated, I'm trippin', so high I went missin'
She ain't mind we sharin', somebody told me that's carin'
[?], smokin' dope [?]
Slip and slide like [?], crispy [?]
Out in London like [?], on [?]
Sippin' on State Fair, [?] like when and where
I been lit like a flare, since Jimmy hopped out the chair
I mean, since Jimmy hop out the chair
[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
[?] smokin' out the big bag, shit bе lookin' like a Hefty
[?] to crack your whole top, lеave you lookin' like a Pepsi
Rich chocolate lil' bad bitch, I'ma treat her like a Nestle
I be really writin', let me catch 'em bitin', I'ma get to snipin' like Wesley
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I came from the bottom and climbed out
I got the bitch dealin' dimes out, I had yo' bitch in the grind house
All these little Hot-N-Ready's poppin' up, make me want a baby pam pam
Hit the city with so many bars, they mistakin' me for XanMan
True Underground King, pull a kick door when the door locked
I had to get on my Nipsey Hussle, got a nigga that'll sweep the whole block
You can be growin' yo' best shit, 'til my locals come and eat yo' whole crop
We really be on that GTA, so what's yo' ETA? I'm at the chop shop
Bru
[Outro]
I don't give a fuck what it is
[?] and everybody got money
[?] buy something
[?]
[?] right now because these niggas got so much of they free money, they don't know what to do with it
But you know the real winner in it is gon' be the hustlin' dogs
Because while niggas got money to spend, you got somethin' to sell...
(Bruiser Brigade!)
All my rules scientific, bitch feed me Fig Newtons
Parents in and out the precinct, all my pieces got pigment
Bitch bust it open, Boosie, pieces tell story ruins
[?] figment, imagination like a prison
Emancipated, I'm trippin', so high I went missin'
She ain't mind we sharin', somebody told me that's carin'
[?], smokin' dope [?]
Slip and slide like [?], crispy [?]
Out in London like [?], on [?]
Sippin' on State Fair, [?] like when and where
I been lit like a flare, since Jimmy hopped out the chair
I mean, since Jimmy hop out the chair
[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
[?] smokin' out the big bag, shit bе lookin' like a Hefty
[?] to crack your whole top, lеave you lookin' like a Pepsi
Rich chocolate lil' bad bitch, I'ma treat her like a Nestle
I be really writin', let me catch 'em bitin', I'ma get to snipin' like Wesley
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? I came from the bottom and climbed out
I got the bitch dealin' dimes out, I had yo' bitch in the grind house
All these little Hot-N-Ready's poppin' up, make me want a baby pam pam
Hit the city with so many bars, they mistakin' me for XanMan
True Underground King, pull a kick door when the door locked
I had to get on my Nipsey Hussle, got a nigga that'll sweep the whole block
You can be growin' yo' best shit, 'til my locals come and eat yo' whole crop
We really be on that GTA, so what's yo' ETA? I'm at the chop shop
Bru
[Outro]
I don't give a fuck what it is
[?] and everybody got money
[?] buy something
[?]
[?] right now because these niggas got so much of they free money, they don't know what to do with it
But you know the real winner in it is gon' be the hustlin' dogs
Because while niggas got money to spend, you got somethin' to sell...
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