Fat Raps Remix Lyrics - Asher Roth

Chuck Inglish: 

Yeah 

And it's fallin off the side like back fat 

Givin girls rides to the crib not a rat trap 

Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps 

I want all these snapped in it's back in the day 

Like a tall tee tag 

I need that whip clean G 

What's the weather gon be? 

Drop top, no drips on this upholstery 

Supposed to be headed downtown 

Carwash like blouw 

Let my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down 

Roll the window back up 

Good, turn it back up 

Ugh, UGK 

Diamonds & Wood 

Hold up, yea roll up 

That's tight, that's right 

You do this right, you might have the time of ya life 

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Dom Kennedy: 

Comin from the westside but my fitted say Sox 

Where you get banged on if you in it or not 

Lookin like Cain cuz I watch Menace a lot 

And Im tryna fuck yo friend so is she with it or not? 

Shout out to ATL cuz Im in Lennox a lot 

And I dont like lookin, I go in there to cop 

Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot 

Spendin money with the strippers u go in there to watch 

Blowin on L's 

Smellin like Chanel 

You say you the man but dawg these bitches cant tell 

But ladies love Dom cuz Im gettin that mail 

To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail 

Put the 10's up and start breakin out the 12's 

Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels 

We shakin all deals 

And chasin all meals 

Im poppin all over how you haters all feel? 

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Big Sean: 

Smoke good 

Fuck better 

Count money 

Whats better? 

These lil niggas cant hang 

Big shit poppin bitch and big my first name 

Im a westsider, detroit player 

Fuck around and i might bring back gators 

Everyday i leave the crib with no money 

And come back later with that muthafuckin paper 

Finally famous over erything thats just how i feel bitch 

They trying to stop my shine 

They yellin hit the kill switch 

Wrong nigga to deal with 

Less you doing a deal with 

Grind hard, thats how i was built bitch 

Whoa there. Whoa there 

Im who everybody know here 

I come through in the club and get more money than promoters 

Oh thats your girl? I see her at my show there 

I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there 

Ayy so slow there boy 

Don't go there boy 

Its people you dont know there boy 

Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids 

And i gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy 

And my bitches be gorgeous boy 

Showtime i hope you recordin boy 

Im out here 

Boldy James: 

Lets re-up half of a brick nd 

Bring it back to the kitchen 

See the crack as its fizzin 

Then bring it back when its finished 

Jimbo put that in addition 

And Chizzel will bag it and seal it 

Then Boldy factored a did 

To know the cash that Im flippin 

6 o's gon get stashed in the ceilin 

6 o's in traffic 

Im pinchin this o 

And that one get split and het broke into halves 

And this one his o 

And that one is his 

And this o im baggin 

And this one 

This o the last 

The nigga Ro is a crack-a-matician 

Rollin the ave cuz Im gettin dough in that slab 

Cuz im gettin over, they mad 

I just grill a blow with my mag with my briches 

Kno I'll blast if you tempt him 

Bro you will crash in yo whip with holes in yo back cuz you hit 

Goin as fast as yo engine go when you smash in the strip smokin a bag wit yo bitch 

Chokin, gaspin for breath holdin, grabbin yo chest from Boldy maggin that tech 

Unload it faster than Vick's concrete school craft to the the sick 

Bomb as a brick 

Asher Roth: 

I be frustrated with the way that shit's been agein 

Im about to take a break and get away on a vacation 

Like, maybe Malaysia to escape the meditation 

I'll just eat, pray and wait for my day of revelation or I'll 

Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi 

Change my name to Navajo and live alone and only blow weed 

Cuz this? Naomi flowin show gets pretty lonely 

Dont nobody ever know you 

Everybody call you homie so 

Moany Moany they'll be sure to treat you phony and 

As soon as you hit your low they wont be pickin up the phone 

See, Im moved to Coney show these fools that I am home 

And when Im on the microphone all you wanna-be's can roam 

So, take this boner to the dome you little bo-peeps 

That may be inapropy but Im certainly no sheep 

See, I only lead in this game of entertainment 

Roth and Big Sean 

We on 

Finally Famous 

Chip Tha Ripper: 

Yea, now roll 10 of 'em up 

Fuck the rules we Indians pretzel bendin 'em up 

Dont give a fuck 

Word to yo daddy leather sandals 

Either pay the light bill or light up them candles 

Regular White Owl 

Cigarillo no flavors 

Break that bitch down and peel of the first layer 

Smooth 

Like a baby's ass 

Mercedes pass 

The ladies ask can they be next cuz im kickin they favorite raps 

Life is playin 2k and kickin raps all day by the lake 

Smokin tree till I collapse in broad day 

Im surfin 

Radical 

Narly 

Far out 

My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out 

Ay baby girl pass the blizz-ard 

Yo woman chose me so I had to jizz her 

Dont be sleepin or takin no cat naps 

We leaders of the new school with these fat raps