Fat Leezy

Yeah
In the Place
Don’t you know my style
Don’t you know its me
Cause I be the one
F the A ta T
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Wait a minute
Let the clock tick tock
Flock to the the floor ya’ll bout' to be shot
DJ playin my shit
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 my walkie then I ran to Iraq
Hustlin baby like the song say
A little bit ah hunger goes a long way
Nigga do my bizzle like this all day
Nigga got dues and bills to pay, hey
Cabernet Sauvignon, fillet mignon
To the day I’m gone I’mma stay on, point
Hah hah and all you gotta do is buy my joint. yao
Don’t you know my style
Don’t you know its me
Cause I be the one
F the A ta T