Mosart - Sorry For The Weight lyrics

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Mosart - Sorry For The Weight lyrics

[DJ Dring] DJ Dring and Mo$art, featuring $ean V'uitton [Intro: $ean V'uitton] This the sh** you been waiting on Here it comes [Verse 1: $ean V'uitton] Listen to this story I'm about to tell About a little black kid who stole a belt Took it off my, home boy's [jaws?] Fat and black, but no Biggie Smalls Little Chowder, he's a little chunky He doesn't have to smoke for him to get the munchies We hypnotizing you, we white boy rhyming you But you f*gs, committing [gas?] crimes too Now listen up here, let me make myself clear This is just a joke to us When we started this battle you should've just Said, no to us We ain't in Compton, Chiraq, or [a little rock?] We in Point Loma, I'm the king of this spot, ay! [Bridge: Mo$art] Ay yo, it's Mo$art Shout out to Tuna [Verse 2: Mo$art] Yo I'm laughing that y'all took this serious I didn't even plan on you hearing this But now y'all think you flexin' I guess the welfare check's in Ay, you trying to call me slim jesus You should probably stop eating Reese's Before you get diabetes You ain't got nothin, on that five series So don't talk no foreign, you ain't never been scorin' Don't talk white girls, you ain't got no Lawrence Yeah, uh [Verse 3] Don't talk no weed, I got loud as sh** Probably got food on the mic after Chowder spit Only sports you playing are EA You think you a hundred, I do that, drunk on the freeway I make you look stupid, and don't got no real DJ Yeah [Verse 4] This was never about being black or white This is about some broke a** fools who think jacking's tight And I swear y'all acting like, this rapping might End up offending me, but I live too expensively And ain't no friend of me ever pretend to be no youtube celebrity, yeah She call me maybe, the biggest you'll ever see, yeah, uh [Verse 5] I spit that real sh**, and watching jaws drop Little b**h can't admit that he got caught You got me f**ed up, ain't no belt that your mom bought, uh [Verse 6] You don't even have anything to rhyme about Tell me how eighth grade was the second time around Girls getting scared when the blacks come Only white b**hes y'all can pull are the fat ones So lets see what you got to come back with I'm on the black sh** f** you That's right b**h