Mo$art - Sorry For The Weight lyrics
[Mo$art - Sorry For The Weight lyrics]
DJ Dring and Mo$art, featuring $ean V'uitton
This the shit you been waiting on
Here it comes
Listen to this story I'm about to tell
About a little black kid who stole a belt
Fat and black, but no Biggie Smalls
Little Chowder, he's a little chunky
He doesn't have to smoke for
Him to get the munchies
We hypnotizing you, we white boy rhyming you
Now listen up here, let me make myself clear
This is just a joke to us
When we started this battle
You should've just said, no to us
We in Point Loma, I'm the king of this spot
Ay!
Ay yo, it's Mo$art shout out to Tuna
Yo I'm laughing that y'all took this serious
I didn't even plan on you hearing this
But now y'all think you flexin'
I guess the welfare check's in
Ay, you trying to call me slim jesus
You should probably stop eating Reese's
Before you get diabetes
You ain't got nothin, on that five series
So don't talk no foreign
You ain't never been scorin'
Don't talk white girls
You ain't got no Lawrence yeah, uh
Don't talk no weed, I got loud as shit
Probably got food on the
Mic after Chowder spit
Only sports you playing are EA
You think you a hundred, I do that
Drunk on the freeway i make you look stupid
And don't got no real DJ yeah
This was never about being black or white
This is about some broke ass
Fools who think jacking's tight
And I swear y'all acting like
This rapping might end up offending me
But, I live too expensively
And ain't no friend of me ever
Pretend to be no youtube celebrity, yeah
She call me maybe, the biggest
You'll ever see, yeah, uh
I spit that real shit, and watching jaws drop
Little bitch can't admit that he got caught
You got me fucked up, ain't no
Belt that your mom bought, uh
You don't even have anything to rhyme about
Tell me how eighth grade was
The second time around
Girls getting scared when the blacks come
Only white bitches y'all can pull
Are the fat ones
So lets see what you got to come back with
I'm on the black shit fuck you
That's right bitch
This the shit you been waiting on
Here it comes
Listen to this story I'm about to tell
About a little black kid who stole a belt
Fat and black, but no Biggie Smalls
Little Chowder, he's a little chunky
He doesn't have to smoke for
Him to get the munchies
We hypnotizing you, we white boy rhyming you
Now listen up here, let me make myself clear
This is just a joke to us
When we started this battle
You should've just said, no to us
We in Point Loma, I'm the king of this spot
Ay!
Ay yo, it's Mo$art shout out to Tuna
Yo I'm laughing that y'all took this serious
I didn't even plan on you hearing this
But now y'all think you flexin'
I guess the welfare check's in
Ay, you trying to call me slim jesus
You should probably stop eating Reese's
Before you get diabetes
You ain't got nothin, on that five series
So don't talk no foreign
You ain't never been scorin'
Don't talk white girls
You ain't got no Lawrence yeah, uh
Don't talk no weed, I got loud as shit
Probably got food on the
Mic after Chowder spit
Only sports you playing are EA
You think you a hundred, I do that
Drunk on the freeway i make you look stupid
And don't got no real DJ yeah
This was never about being black or white
This is about some broke ass
Fools who think jacking's tight
And I swear y'all acting like
This rapping might end up offending me
But, I live too expensively
And ain't no friend of me ever
Pretend to be no youtube celebrity, yeah
She call me maybe, the biggest
You'll ever see, yeah, uh
I spit that real shit, and watching jaws drop
Little bitch can't admit that he got caught
You got me fucked up, ain't no
Belt that your mom bought, uh
You don't even have anything to rhyme about
Tell me how eighth grade was
The second time around
Girls getting scared when the blacks come
Only white bitches y'all can pull
Are the fat ones
So lets see what you got to come back with
I'm on the black shit fuck you
That's right bitch