Lyrics Fat Joe – Blackout
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Fat Joe – over Chorus
Swizz Beatz!
Sing to me baby, uhh
Loretta I see you baby, yeah
Stew, I see you too nigga
Yeah
Fat Joe
Sit back, relax, Joe Crack’s back
Joe Crack’s that nigga ya other niggaz love to hate on
Players keep showin love so players play on
What Crack’s preachin is CHUUCH, so niggaz pray on
Good heavens, had to wait for track seven
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes
This vibe is perfect, I wonder
Maybe that’s why four’s the God’s perfect number
And you’re all my angels
Victoria’s Secret insatiable, that’s {?}
C’mon, get it together
My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever
Chorus
Fat Joe — over Chorus
Woo! Uhh
Yeah, uh-huh, talk to me baby
Don’t catch feelings ma
You know what this is
Hahaha, bitch
Yeah, uhh, yo
Fat Joe
When you mad she’s happy when she’s sad she’s glad
Too much of y’all for me to keep happy
Still and all y’all keep callin me daddy
I’m tryin to change it, similar to Alaskan skies
Midnight look like the sunrise
That means I, ain’t budgin, I’m still the same
Same kisser, same hugger, same Joe Crack you love him
You do ma, admit it girl you trust him
To be back at that hotel suite crushin
And you just in time
To break me off before my hotel checkout time
Chorus
Fat Joe — over Chorus
Hahahahaha, woo
We on tour right now
Yeah, talk to me baby, talk to me
Uhh, haha
I mean my D.C. girl, she don’t like my V.A. girl
My A-T-L girl don’t like my Cali baby
Fat Joe
Yo, I know ma, I see your vision
Fuckin with me is like an all-inclusive private island vacation
Woo – room service from the A.M. to the P.M.
All, night crushin this amazin human bein
Got you love struck, topic controversial
Cause when I’m gone you’re lost like that Corona commercial
I know time is money still I can’t reimburse you girl
For what you wear, that’s the day I reverse you girl
You get your nails painted proper
Pull out the black Amex, I’ll take you shoppin
But when it’s time to go I disappear like Hoffa
I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I’m gone
Chorus
Fat Joe — over Chorus
It’s like you don’t know I got a wife
HAHAHAHA, YEAH!!
And another one, Khaled! Cool & Dre
L.V., Swizz! {*echoes*}
