rings off! [Verse 2] We hold the weight of four Synagogues Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars Going mad wetting 'em Milk cash, heavy
's throwed off playa Now you just tuned into da crunk show, nephews and my uncles We poppin purk put in work, so wats up tho? We like it big and heavy
I hear a buzzer Apple pie's in the microwave Fat sweaty Betty I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A and P and yes I do My heavy baby wanna be with me
bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes Got some nickleplatted heavy
blow up my sprint celly Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's Jelly
trick it Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers
full of jelly jars and heavy equipment We're in the basement So I fixed up the basement With what I was a-workin' with Stocked it full of jelly jars
lonesome highway, ''Be ready for love, and every fork in the road,'' And my and my baby, it's a sweet tart, yeah, So bitter to the taste and so heavy
Cory Gunz: Get Ready. Get setted Steady. Bloody Spaghetti Shredded. Heavy debted. Credit deadly For bread you get jelly-spread. The melody let me let
1st verse Oh say can you see Mrs. drotzur's rolls there as heavy as a whale and as big as the ocean they sag really bad probably cause she is fat has
the KY Jelly, tat my name up on they belly (Da-Da-Damn Homie!) I'm slidin' on Parelli's, choppin' the block up like confetti Candy paint, thick and heavy
the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures Heavy
stage I turned the page, no more minimum wage and my corner got paid kept fedy, kept it steady my partna named Reggie Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy hitin
mouse So high that I can?t fly More deep than space number 9 Can?t tell time by telling time She?s so ready, I?m so heavy It?s so heavy on me Can?t
under cover, make moves like no other In dark alleys, you're gettin' opened from your belly I rock spots for blocks, I knock you inna Skelly I know you're jelly
I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal Boo, I guess it's perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst