the world know. Been around the world country crib where the fam go? Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows. Singing all the words and pulling
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah Turn it up and get addicted to it And have raw music soon as you listen to it Jump up like a old fat lady
' to creep, on the crew The wolf, the Rogers, the blue, they through 'Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping Now you hear the fat lady sing Cinderella
't you missed it but now it's known That this that ****, Kells sing that song, c?mon I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin' Ladies
re having a parade!" everybody in this town is turning brown, it's summertime c'mon down we're having a parade don't answer your phone, let it sing and
the games begin. My friend, you feelin' the wrath Mo Thugs steady bring. When we hit the scene, we gonna hit everything. Listen to the fat lady sing
I go, here I go, proceedin' to murder Scribblin' hellified bloody scriptures When I sneaks the green I come to the nigga, hear the fat lady sing It's
back. i'd swoop that nigga e up in my caddillac, and we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack. i'm checkin?for the ladies, where ya at? Flesh: Remember
deaf flower lady "Come sit by me, sweetheart" He draws a napkin battle plan Says, "This is where we start" Oh, pray for you, pray for me Sing it like
kinda like this thing It's sort of like music, but you don't have to sing You got none of the work and all of the fun Like a low cal donut or a fat free
, you take with the other We are your puppets and you pull the strings Don't make the fatal mistake of forgetting It's never really over till the fat lady sings
horror If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me, senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia
used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat
comin', before we entered the door 'Cause you could smell the rhyme When we was walking down the hall We bring the funk worse then a wet dog Stinkin' like fat ladies
the fat girl I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes' Girls (I like the girls, sing it ya
nursery - huhLeft alone with big fat FannyShe was such a naughty nannyHeap big woman you made a bad boy out of meHey hey!WoohI've been singing with my
She's hopeful, the time's running low She's gone before you know She's the alarm bell ringing And she's your latest fix The fat lady singing The truth
's rock 'n' roll Over, over, not for me Oh yeah It ain't over, over, no it ain't 'Cause it's rock 'n' roll Until the fat lady, fat lady Fat lady sings