Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
I'm a, I'm a couple tears above in my head
I say it how I say it, I ain't meant what I said
But I meant it when I fled, livin' just to get ahead
Only got one trail that I barely even tread, yeah huh
Like I'm dead, but it's a little more dead, yeah huh
Ain't out there, ain't even got on my bed, yeah huh
They converse instead, I be makin' these bad raps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
If I raise the roof, gargoyle
All eyes, no noise
Eating and eating
In my stomach, large void
Overjoyed, stay poised
Fleeting and fleeting
But my output's so coy
What's that, fat boy
Cocks clogged up, but I need to burn this oil
Wheels turn, like a toy
Fisher Price, hope this hook gon' hook a coin, or two
What's art with no views
What's art with no point of view
I see, the road, that carries through
I'm at the fork, but can I chew
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
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Omar Henderson - FAT BOY Lyrics
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English
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
I'm a, I'm a couple tears above in my head
I say it how I say it, I ain't meant what I said
But I meant it when I fled, livin' just to get ahead
Only got one trail that I barely even tread, yeah huh
Like I'm dead, but it's a little more dead, yeah huh
Ain't out there, ain't even got on my bed, yeah huh
They converse instead, I be makin' these bad raps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
If I raise the roof, gargoyle
All eyes, no noise
Eating and eating
In my stomach, large void
Overjoyed, stay poised
Fleeting and fleeting
But my output's so coy
What's that, fat boy
Cocks clogged up, but I need to burn this oil
Wheels turn, like a toy
Fisher Price, hope this hook gon' hook a coin, or two
What's art with no views
What's art with no point of view
I see, the road, that carries through
I'm at the fork, but can I chew
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
I'm a, I'm a couple tears above in my head
I say it how I say it, I ain't meant what I said
But I meant it when I fled, livin' just to get ahead
Only got one trail that I barely even tread, yeah huh
Like I'm dead, but it's a little more dead, yeah huh
Ain't out there, ain't even got on my bed, yeah huh
They converse instead, I be makin' these bad raps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
If I raise the roof, gargoyle
All eyes, no noise
Eating and eating
In my stomach, large void
Overjoyed, stay poised
Fleeting and fleeting
But my output's so coy
What's that, fat boy
Cocks clogged up, but I need to burn this oil
Wheels turn, like a toy
Fisher Price, hope this hook gon' hook a coin, or two
What's art with no views
What's art with no point of view
I see, the road, that carries through
I'm at the fork, but can I chew
Who gon' stop the fat boy
Who be stoppin' to that boy
Who be walkin' to that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Who gon' tell the fat boy
Who be talkin' to that boy
Who be moppin' for that boy
Who gon' pop the last buoy
Writer: Omar Henderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid