Fat Joe - Shorty Gotta Fat Ass Lyrics
Well its friday night, Im in a club with a crew just maxingCuties and booties and yo Im ready for actionCause fat joe doesnt go to clubs for his healthIts too many skins, so every man for himselfI got me a sex on the beach from the barI know this girl was looking at me from afarPlus she with a crew, they all got it going onShe came over and asked me if my name was johnI said, yeah, john doe, so whats it to you?She said sorry yo, I just thought I knew youShe walked away dissed because I had dropped the bombI felt bad so I reached out and snatched her armI pulled her back, gave her my apologiesShe accepts it, but now she starts to follow meWatching where Im going, seeing who I knowOnce she saw the gucci, she said oh, thats fat joeI could hear the conversation, shorty was digging meNo way she was igging me, ayo she was big on meThroughout the night she remained in my eyesightMy man black caese was telling me yo shes fly, right?No that the jam is over theres no need to frontCause shes leaving out the club and Im right behind herNow we in the deli butt ***** catching wreck at lastCause shorty gotta fat assShorty gotta fat ass (repeat 3x)She got a big fat...Driving in my five on the live side of townOne of those days I just wanna ride aroundWith three deep, me diamond d, and peep(whos peep? ) thats my man that be whipping the white jeepsSo bust it, I hit fordham road in the townCause Im riffing in the front fool, luther vandrossNever too much, and what did I see?Honeygrip had a little too much for meDiamond said damn! peep said I know her!Yeah right, whatever, Im still pulling overHey mamita, spanish Im assumingA spanish caught wreck and that ass was boomingI couldnt see her face cause she wouldnt turn aroundPeep is out the window staring five-o down (bo bo bo!)Chill with that, cause I wanna stop and chatLike a diplomat, yo youre *****ing up my repShe wouldnt turn around so I reached for her pelvisShe turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!)Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at lastBut shorty had a fat assShorty gotta fat ass (repeat 3x)She got a big fat...No need to be ill come all out my faceBut the name is fat joe and in love I got good tasteBig butts come a dime a dozen in new yorkI couldnt help but notice when I watch you walkYou got the booming system and I dont mean soundI want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it downI know girls try to say Im living foulBut you know you cant trust a big but and a smileIm not concerned with the niggas in your pastBut straight up and down, shorty gotta fat assShorty gotta fat ass (repeat 3x)She got a biiiiiig...Shorty gotta fat ass (repeat 3x)She got a biiiig, ha ha
