Backendchild Mar - Fat bitch

DJ Fresh get to trippin'
Smack a fat bitch with a debbie cake
Take all the opps on a dinner date
Nigga, we got hella shells
Bitch, come get a plate
Yeah' my nigga, punch uh
i cant even say that
If an opp try to slide, swear to God that he won't breathe again
Said he close to the family , I don't give a fuck about a kin
Nigga, try to run up, we gon' hit him with the FN
How you say you vaild in the hood that you be snitchin' in
Smack a fat bitch with a debbie cake
All the opps broke, they ain't gettin' pape
Nigga said I'm taxin, I'm like, what's your rate
I'm like, what it is
Bet not never play
In a new Striker, it got Florida plates
If a nigga try, he gon' die today
Fat bitch eatin' hella food, want another plate
Fat bitch wanna fuck the gang, I'm like, where the cake
Smack a fat bitch with a debbie
Take all the opps on a dinner date
Nigga, we got hella shells, bitch, come get a plate
Yea my nigga, punchin', uh i cant even say that

Written by:
Shamareia Williams-austin

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