Fat Leezy Songtext
von Fatlip

Yeah
In the place

Don′t you know my style?
Don't you know it′s me?
'Cause I be the one
F, the A, the T

Don't you know my style?
Don′t you know it′s me?
'Cause I be the one
F, the A


Wait a minute, let the clock tick tock
Flock to the the floor, y′all 'bout to be shot
DJ playin′ my shot, what up, jock?
Like opportunity to beat, knock knock
Yeah you know who, back on the block
To bust a rhyme like a 4-5 Glock
Hole in my shoe, hole in my sock
I walk to Milwaukee then I ran to Iraq

Hustlin' baby, like the song say
A little bit of hunger goes a long way
Nigga do my bizzle like this all day
Nigga got dues and bills to pay, hey
Cabernet Sauvignon, filet mignon
To the day I′m gone I'mma stay on, point
Hah hah, and all you gotta do is buy my joint, yow

Don't you know my style?
Don′t you know it′s me?
'Cause I be the one
F, the A, the T

Don′t you know my style?
Don't you know it′s me?
'Cause I be the one
F, the A, the T