F.A.T. Boys 08 - Lyrics by Pac Div

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I'm a fat boy, I'm a I'm a fat boy
I'm a fat boy, I'm a I'm a fat boy

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm I'm a fat boy (yup)
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I I'm a fat boy (yup)

Now let's go heavy on the beat
I lean with my chevy on the creep
Squeak through ya neighberhood very discreet
Peace as I turn into andretti on the streets
I'm well tuned and the sound is fresh air
Now just assume it's goin' down like pressed hair
Now what can ya tell me
I kick it like pelle
With pretty young things that got rings in they bellay
Welcome to l.a., home of the ese
Chrome on the chevay
Take a few tokes and then choke off the pepé le pew
And yes they da crew that finna rule for a decade or two
There's nothin' you can do besides stand there and watch
With hands in your pockets, sayin' nigga they can rock it
I'm I'm a fat boy, I'm I'm a fat boy
Yea you heard the track boy
Now let's bring it back boy like

Ay yo, pac div's chillin', chillin' is good
Just got paid, do my thang as I should
In my new car speakers bang, let 'em push
Girlie say be young that hook is no good
Speakers understood, there ain't none fresher
So cool in school I skipped both semesters
Girls blew me kisses and sent over letters
Sayin' dey luh my style, when they wanna know better
Well uh, I tell 'em I do dis in my leisure
Sean john, gaultier, d&g sneakers
Yea sean short nay it's colder as ya freezer
Broke as a joke but I still toke visas
(Woah) yo check how we kill em from da door (doh)
Pac div man we kill em with the flow (flow)
And I'm a fat boy so you know how it go
B-boy pose, chillin' with uh

Yeah, you heard the hook right?
The new school fat boys, what it look like?
We spit rounds to ya beats for a good price
We crisp down to the sneaks, make you look twice
Look twice, won't get a third time
See I'm from planet mars, I'm not from earth, I'm
Something different, I crash landed
This whack shit I'm seein', I can't stand it
You dudes rap like, they got a mac, right?
Lip gloss be poppin', better act right
I spit awesome, sick cough and crack light
The flow's dope, though I never lived a trap life
Yeah, the fat boy I got my swag right
We never left, but it feels like we back, right?
Pac div in this bitch getchya facts right
3 In the front, 20 more in the back, like

Woah, I'm a fat, fat, fat boy (woah)
I'm a fat (yup), fat boy (yup), slap (yup) dat pac (yup)
I'm a fat (woah) fat boy, I'm a, I'm a (woah) I'm a fat boy (yup) boy, boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy slatch dat pac boy (yup, woah, yup, woah) (huh, woah)

Lyrics of 'F.A.T. Boys 08' by Pac Div