Fat Pat - Full Time Player

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[Intro Fat Pat] What's up baby (what's up) It's goin' down, H-town, Gulf Coast Doin' it well What's up Swift baby (what's up) Still puttin' it down You know what I'm sayin' Gotta let em know Texas ain't about the horses and the cattle You know what I'm sayin' It's about the land cruisers the Lexus and the big v-12 motors Pullin' up sittin' low Know what I'm sayin' [Verse 1: Fat Pat] See I'm a gangsta A full time playa Make a hustle to get mine Get down I don't care Make a million In this game 'fore I retire Fools couldn't touch me Shock em like a live wire Big playa so smooth and debonair When I walk through the door Watch all them hoes stare Diamonds layer off my rolex Channel set crushed face [?] piece around my neck Now your hoe in check When I'm in the place Alligator shoes Anchor my waist Now it's face to face Who's the big baller, who's the scratch maker, and who's the shock collar? Standin next to a real man makes ya feel smaller Walk outside the door see I'm a 20 inch baller Taller stacks made me addicted to the cream Scratchin for my paper flippin over triple beams [Hook Fat Pat] See I'm a gangsta, full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa See I'm a gangsta full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa [Verse 2 Kay-K] See I'm a gangsta, gangsta Full time playa See some of y'all don't understand mac-ology y'all fail But just like [?] These pimp ill indeed Cuttin corners in the coupe [?] with me But that's how I roll A billion dollar nigga 'doh From pimpin' these hoes Teachin them how to jump outta clothes Thankin they [?] And they blessed to be a part of me A branch of the tree And they always sippin DP A piece of the rock Up in they eyes is who I be Nobody can spit it better A half-draped SIG Just watch me just pick em up You know we ride in benz In the front is my star In the back is the twins So fuck ya foes Peep my money makin friends Cashin your cuts Got the dough for your nuts Curlin your toes Cause I know I got pro's Increasin my load And you know how the story goes [Hook: Fat Pat] See I'm a gangsta, full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa See I'm a gangsta, full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa [Verse 3 H.A.W.K.] Now I'm a man on a mission Understand my position Millionaire ambitions Let me mention my contingence I'm a player A collier, and my diamonds glare Take a peek Self-made millionaire, beware I'm blowing pounds of chronic smoke in the air Stop and stare And take a bird's eye look Of a paper-made gangsta with the symptoms of a crook Birds cook I got a master plan God answered all my prayers And gave me magical hands In they kitchen on a mission When I'm handlin my cheddar I done seen boys [?] But I ain't seen none better No half steppin Gotta come to me beggin No more strugglin straight up bubblin And increasing my [?] Big baller My adversaries resent me Throwed boys Latest choice Pullin' up in my Bentley Straight gangsta [Hook Fat Pat] See I'm a gangsta, full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa See I'm a gangsta, full time playa Big ballin', all about my paypa
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