Fat Bro - Rear View

Tell me lies like you love me
Baby I can't blame you
Hold it down but you couldn't
Baby I won't shame you
Burn the booth down imma hot boy kut da fan on
Can't speak ancient times broski yea just got his mans gone
Super solid bitch put you mans on
Pussy nigga yea this ain't a sad song
He was taxin' on the Ps got em' shipped in and then niggas ran off, yea
Big Boss wit' great intentions, but imma slide bout whatever
One call bout my brothas yea yea the pedals to the medal
Countin' cash like no other yea, I'm the shuffle out the gutter
If they ever take me out swear to God give it all to my mother
Official wit the TEC yea you'd thought I blew the whistle
Never pressed or never stressed yea just learn to solve another issue
Real steppas love to get you wipe your nose then hand your mom a tissue
Snake niggas give them hell swear to God yea the ones we attend to
Youngin' gettin' money, so I ride wit' the Drac
Uptown lookin' bummy hit the block had to grab my own pape
Hit the door grab the chop facedown check the crib for the safe
Now we flyin' out of town, Big Jay now we flyin' in a Wraith
You was hidin' that you love me, baby I can't blame you
Now I'm gettin' all this money rich thing that I gotta tain to
Throwin' fits out in public babygirl yea that's what lames do
Yea I'm on another rise babygirl yea I can't save you, yea
Burn the booth down imma hot boy kut da fan on
Can't speak ancient times broski yea just got his mans gone
Super solid bitch put you mans on
Pussy nigga yea this ain't a sad song
He was taxin' on the Ps got em' shipped in and then niggas ran off, yea
Burn the booth down imma hot boy kut da fan on
Can't speak ancient times broski yea just got his mans gone
Super solid bitch put you mans on
Pussy nigga yea this ain't a sad song
He was taxin' on the Ps got em' shipped in and then niggas ran off, yea

Written by:
Robert Montgomery

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