Chuck Inglish - Fat Raps 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] Y'all don't even trip They can't see me in my sh** Man, you see me when I whip The low breezies with the tints Magnifique with the French [?] [?], but I don't really keep that sh** [?] Girl get your a** in it or I'll [?] And you know that, roll it in a roll map If you don't know how to roll that [Verse 2: Earlly Mac] I'm stash cash and it brings me till I raise the roof up If she got them Vici Secret's she gon' get [?] I don't f** with n***as, [?] n***as call me Colonel Sanders If you need my whip [?] call it Bernie Sanders Pop that p**y if it's hot then drop that p**y, what If baby girl about it dawg I knock that p**y, what I'm tryna tell you what it is, ‘fore I do you wrong Then I'ma tell you what it is, call it Google Chrome And being broke is something he don't do That's why I always hear “AE I-O-U” She'll never get her vowed up, no “I do” And I'm always going in n***a, no drive through [Verse 3: Curren$y] No Kreezus, fresh out the box This is [?] Chasin' the sun halfway to another million Trapped door floors, chandelier ceilings b**h you running with the deal less Three piece wheel less, parked out front, they gotta feel this Dressed out, still geared up When I arrive b**hes cry like I die Fresh to d**h or what, you decide s** a n***a with that new design I wasn't [?] Picked up checks, hella times Bathing Ape Lookbook 2005 Busy works bees getting waxed in the hive I been in the [?] High on trees, climb top, look at me, can't stop ‘em Can't cop it, one to one, and shed it when I dropped it Smoked out [?], send your girl to cop me boxes Got a lot of for an hour, and then I shower [?] In a direction of them dollars, I'm all about it Came to get money, won't leave without it Outside we got them low riders happen Laid them fat raps, got swollen pockets And in the magazines printed all about it [Verse 4: Big Sean] Live life, get high, change the world, do it all man before you go In Europe riding Europeans so it's not a foreigner They like show me the moves, no time for a tutorial It's levels to the game, like who put this sh** on story mode His story historical Mr. Anderson I know Sway ain't got the answers so I'm looking for the oracle All my favorite rappers told me life's a b**h, so I'ma f** the world through the glory hole So that b**h can't take me to the Maury show If she don't smoke weed, pop pills, s** dick If it's one thing that I hate, man it's boring hoes All my girls love me, so if I die today it'd be like 5,011 some freaks at the memorial, b**h Got a couple screws loose Still in a winner's circle, you just tryna get off in a loop, fruit, loop Turned nothing into two, something into new I could write a bestseller outta alphabet soup Came up n***a yeah that's all we do The world is in my palms, I'm a f**ing [?] Girl on my arm, she in love with my charm but She can't hold my hand no, even if she [?] First time I met Oprah, boy that was motivation Went from standing in course, to starting up a corporation All my hoes rated R, all your hoes overrated And I f** ‘em just cause, still no relations, b**h call me [Verse 5: King Chip] Yeah, and we got LeBron back I'm doing the Johnny Manziel he'll never sign no contract Cause I'm bound to no noun, no person plays a thing [?] no king, I'm in a circle with these rings I call [?] up and said I'm back and proud She said I'm mixed, I say would you mix with black and mild b**h bad but she looking for a favor She working bottle service hope a n***a come save her I just [?] and snap a photo She said “Uh, was this Malibu or [?]” I said “No hoe” All I need is two blunts and a bottle water Need my b**h to be a queen not a daughter b**hes with their own cribs offer me a [?] [?] you know I get them cause I got them [?] looking like somebody shot them East side of Cleveland take your life without no problem Ballin', we all got a little bit of [?] You racers I respect you more [?] Keep it t**ng, I'm a rapper and a person You can tell how I keep smoking, keep cursing I'm with Mike Tyson, eating a sandwich And my bands hella thick, check the bandwidth Cause the DJ came back up and like the backwood Eating good, b**h I'm living good cause I rap good