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Fat Joe - Walk On By lyrics
Featuring Charli Baltimore] (Kid Capri) Yes indeed<b> </b>What the deal This is the world famous Kid Capri up here wit my man Joey Crack Joey Crack got this new joint coming out Yo Joey<b> </b>tell 'em what the name of this joint is (Fat Joe) This is for the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) A yo what about all the young ladies<b> </b>the positive young ladies (Fat Joe) Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches (Kid Capri) Speak on it man Verse 1-Fat Joe This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice And made a dildo of ice A-yo it's like the hiest move ya phat ass to gain And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's foul Joe) Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso I love the way you hold that Joe Crack bozak While niggas bone that My stomach's where ya nose at Just another hoe in the midst That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris (Chorus) All you bitches be fuckin' for money Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me You ain't smokin' my lye Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by Verse 2-Fat Joe I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah met her backstage at a show in Atlanta seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas Did my eyes decieve me Was she suckin' three pee-pee's Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V. Couldn't wait to beep me Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars Big Joe'll railroad Any frail hoe Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows Now who the hell knows Why these girls fuck for cell phones Turnin' tricks for material shit Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar These chics is hott rodders Wit grips like Rottwilers But why bother Picture me payin' a fee I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free (Chorus) Verse 3-Charli Baltimore Picture B-More on the floor on all fours mind must've lost yours never been tossed Tour thats what I do for ones Not whore baby thats what I do for fun Now I dread that I gave you head All because them four double A duracells went dead My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion Brought my own Branton Got my own mansion Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas Please, you was just something to do Had a camcorder too How you like that boo You madd cuz I hit that and vanished Or cuz you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish (Chorus) All you bitches be fuckin' for money Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me You ain't smokin' my lye Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by All you bitches just walk on by (Ad-libs til fade) Just walk on by See ya later yeah You scandulous hoe |
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