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Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze Lyrics - Singles - Lil' O

You know Lil' O 

Hit the brick and turn thirty-six to fifty-four 

Get the rental, hit the interstate and get the dough 

I keep my game face on 

 

H-Town niggas stay paper chase on 

All that "what's up kinfolk?" we ain't no relation 

I got my dough, you wanna play you get a game station 

'Cuz I don't want the block, I want the whole nation 

 

I'm greedy, envy, trife and lust creation 

I'm the, the fat rat with the cheddar 

When I blast my Beretta, slugs smash through your sweater 

And if you come, I'm sho' know when I mash it's whatever 

 

I spin a nigga hot and turn his ass into leather 

Two bricks in the dash, fifty g's in the fender 

Throw stash spot from my glock, I call it blender 

Do menage a trois with them broads, Kim and Brenda 

I'm the cat that separate the ballers from pretenders 

 

I'm the, the fat rat with the cheeze 

The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's 

 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

The little nigga, that push them big body V's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

There's stealers on my team that smash blows and freeze 

 

You know when fat rat hit the club I always ride through stuntin' 

There's somethin' big and wide, and it's glidin' on buttons 

'Cuz the wool lookin' phat my insides lika a glutton 

And I don't say hi to these hoes that ain't fuckin' 

 

And if you wanna check, go ahead and try it ain't nothin' 

There's killers on my side, just dyin' to spray sumthin' 

Paint somethin' wrap up the tape somethin' 

That's what happened to the last niggas came through frontin' 

 

Now I'm in the field, arms in the Lexus 

In the bitch like they mommas keep they heads put away 

Every soldier on my team all about gettin' cake 

When they bust out of line, we do em to set em straight 

 

Now it's the thug ones, who snatch your loved ones 

And call you for the ransom we want it in all ones 

[Incomprehensible] debatin', we all duns 

Them niggas alright, but me, I'm awesome, I'm the 

 

The fat rat with the cheeze 

The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's 

 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

The little nigga, that push them big body V's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

There's stealers on my team that smash blows and freeze 

 

I'm still a vida loca slangin' coke-a 

Block leadin', tryna get money like Oprah 

In the kitchen cookin' these chickens like okra 

I can get it raw, white, yellow, tan or mocha 

 

Ain't no game is over, it's just a lot of new heads 

Now a niggas winnin' wars, giving game to the feds 

That's the type that cats that get found with a brain full of lead 

In the living room, tied up and gagged, laying in red, laying and dead 

 

'Cuz nigga if you mention my name 

I will break every bone and every inch of your frame 

When I throw you off the roof and have you wrenchin' in pain 

There's nuthin' in the world like the stench of remains 

 

'Cuz when I throw em I don't play no elementary games 

Not when he drunk, ice grill, catching a flame 

He could bust, anything, tryna get at my change 

I got the streets on lock like penitentiaries, man 

 

I'm the, the fat rat with the cheeze 

The boy that got the work, from half O's to Ki's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

I bleed niggas' blocks and stab O's and G's 

 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

The little nigga, that push them big body V's 

They call me, the fat rat with the cheeze 

There's stealers on my team, that smash blows and freeze 

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