Fat Joe - Ba** lyrics

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Fat Joe - Ba** lyrics

(Verse) I hate when n***as tell they stories, talkin when they used to have it Me I gotta it, I got a get money habit I grew up living savage, ain’t no need in going backwards Unless you talkin Biggie and hypnotize that’s a cla**ic My life story nothing short of monumental The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem Some would say a legend, I’m alright with moving kilos 3 on the neck, a couple more for my amigos Trap jumpin, Michael Jordan, Carolina tall heels Pumpin Action Bronson sh** to have me doing car wheels Different kind of bounce, lame n***as might not recover Facing d**h row, I ain’t talkin vibe covers But since you talkin 90s that was me with the chainsaw I’ll just try and see if the beef will remain raw I just want the p**y and please don’t say more sponsored links And quit aksin questions bout what the AK for I stick it out the window, start blasting it Bullets flyin, n***as duckin like this cla**ic sh** Speed off right after I hit up yo girls car Last thing you wanna hear is world star (Hook x2) The fiends won, so I feed em Not in 808, they want that freedom The fiends won, so I feed em Not in 808, they want that freedom (Verse) My n***a crackin leads to see to change the game man So I’mma drop this gem to let these rappers know it’s time to change they game plan Supply the ba** plus I’m the flame man The catalyst that sparks euphoric visions, making uses think more pa**ionate Paper advocate, dog ain’t it crazy I threw many acts of savage sacrilege I got this family the gold from all the bad I did To come up on that thing is sacrilege That’s enormous, say yo boy on terror squad ain’t no accident Cannabis got me chasing after mo bread Young n***a 20 with the knowledge of an old head Infrared beams get yo dog fed Bias lurks for actin up, watch you fade away from that baking up I crack it up every hour on the dive With minionses we plot More methods of collecting til the day I cut the spot On an island with a model that can’t stand to where tights But I’mma hustle til I drop (Hook x2) The fiends won, so I feed em Not in 808, they want that freedom The fiends won, so I feed em Not in 808, they want that freedom