DJ E Feezy, Fat Joe - On And On lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ E Feezy, Fat Joe - On And On lyrics]
I do it BIG with shoulder staying
Low key firing
Lamborghini hoes beat joe lee diamonds
God dwellers never role we do time better
Watch me puff havanas and wine sellers
Now who's hotter private place from milan to
Battter while the dawg says shots it's
The shottas napkins tucked over
Versace eating pasta
Baby hard bottoms and bow ties
Duce threes and four fives hey niggas
Trying to jump man duce threes
And four fives hey niggas tryin to
Jump man and fleet of
Women getting sun tanned go shot the
Same day left the hospital
Star shit racketeering and prostitutes hats
Off to the dawg salute
Life life where do your money go is
It up your nose or fancy
Clothes all around the world it goes
On and on and on on and on and on and on one
Mans dream is a next man reality
Young capo flow fast like marcy
Olago sometimes i drive slow
I find my mind getting right on the block
So every now and then i gotta let this Glock
Go pops told me i am the macho
Pete put me in the spot now i
Got joe what am racing to
The top for am seeing faces I
Don't recognize niggas hating till they
Dead and i will not fall taking
Vegas to the head and thinking
About the bitches conversations with the feds
Another john doe yellow tape
On the block let his mom go we
Know that boy dead in this
World you ain't never rich what he
Said in our world you
Can never snitch he said befor ma
Big bro told me i was
On i was living every day
Like it was already gone
Huh the mclaren got no hand do one beef
Next week like more can do you broke
Am rich opposite attract they
Grow with shit pah
Got rid of that beans on the
Nine sick feens on the
Line sixteen big dreams
On the line so i'm giving niggas
Like me don't fight faith it's not fair
Plus stay in your night gares bullets
Don't discriminate fuck whos right
Man do u turns
And running red lights reserve
The black coastal
On them ninja bikes take flights to new
Heights enjoy life K G anna lee
Motto mamma is in the
Beemer running through the
Bronx with a dog called agina we
On the move you called peter wish luck
Go where my nolo marry gina
Low key firing
Lamborghini hoes beat joe lee diamonds
God dwellers never role we do time better
Watch me puff havanas and wine sellers
Now who's hotter private place from milan to
Battter while the dawg says shots it's
The shottas napkins tucked over
Versace eating pasta
Baby hard bottoms and bow ties
Duce threes and four fives hey niggas
Trying to jump man duce threes
And four fives hey niggas tryin to
Jump man and fleet of
Women getting sun tanned go shot the
Same day left the hospital
Star shit racketeering and prostitutes hats
Off to the dawg salute
Life life where do your money go is
It up your nose or fancy
Clothes all around the world it goes
On and on and on on and on and on and on one
Mans dream is a next man reality
Young capo flow fast like marcy
Olago sometimes i drive slow
I find my mind getting right on the block
So every now and then i gotta let this Glock
Go pops told me i am the macho
Pete put me in the spot now i
Got joe what am racing to
The top for am seeing faces I
Don't recognize niggas hating till they
Dead and i will not fall taking
Vegas to the head and thinking
About the bitches conversations with the feds
Another john doe yellow tape
On the block let his mom go we
Know that boy dead in this
World you ain't never rich what he
Said in our world you
Can never snitch he said befor ma
Big bro told me i was
On i was living every day
Like it was already gone
Huh the mclaren got no hand do one beef
Next week like more can do you broke
Am rich opposite attract they
Grow with shit pah
Got rid of that beans on the
Nine sick feens on the
Line sixteen big dreams
On the line so i'm giving niggas
Like me don't fight faith it's not fair
Plus stay in your night gares bullets
Don't discriminate fuck whos right
Man do u turns
And running red lights reserve
The black coastal
On them ninja bikes take flights to new
Heights enjoy life K G anna lee
Motto mamma is in the
Beemer running through the
Bronx with a dog called agina we
On the move you called peter wish luck
Go where my nolo marry gina