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Ag Club - Fatboy Lyrics

Fatboy Lyrics[Intro]
It's all good
All good, yeah

[Verse]
Twenty bands in hand, I'm kickin' my feet up
Say I'm brash when I rap, I'm beatin' the beat up
Real light sleeper, late night creeper
When I'm home over obessin', I need me a creature
Okay the block next year, shine like a diamond
Some would call it good luck, I call it good timin'
Momma good Christian, she call it divine
Sorry momma, I'm only prayin' like half of the time
Sorry love but sometime I fall outta line
Six line all the time, my head on straight
Flip the [?] rims, put 'em in place
But know the M3 [?] can't handle the weight
Beat carries the crown, put it to tape
You give us any four walls, makin' it stay
It was all real, call it a fake
I love y'all like a fat boy love cake
This for the brodies, this for the main's
This for the youngins makin' music apart of the plan
If I could do it, then I promise you my friend you can
The world's yours, better not leave it in nobody hands

[Chorus]
Better not leave it in nobody hands
Better not leave it in nobody hands
Nobody hands
And we don't run no more, aw shit
Do it with no caution
[?]
I won't
Aw, yeah
And we don't run no more, aw shit
Do it with no caution
[?]
I won't
Aw, yeah

[Outro]
Do it for the [?], for the fam now, huh
[?]
Do this shit for my people
Do it for the [?], for the fam now, huh
[?]
Do this shit for my people