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Big Sean Fat Raps Remix Lyrics

Last updated: 01/24/2011 10:00:00 AM

Smoke good.
Fuck better.
Count money.
Whats better.
These little niggas cant hang.
Big shit popping bitch and big be my first name.
I'm a west sider, detroit player.
Fuck around and i might bring back gators.
NIGGA WHA?
Everyday i leave the crib with no money.
And come back later with that mutha fucken paper.
Finally famous over everything thats just how i feel bitch.
They trying to stop my shine.
I haven't hit the kill switch.
Wrong nigga to deal with unless you doing a deal with.
Grind hard. Thats just how i was built bitch.
Whoa there. Whoa there.
Round here.I know. Everybody know here.
I come in through 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.
Theres people you dont know there boy.
Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids.
Flash.
And i gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy.
And my bitches be gorgeous boy.
Showtime i hope you record em boy.

Thanks to Ruben Sanchez for submitting Fat Raps Remix Lyrics.



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