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sorry for the weight - mo$art lyrics

[dj dring]
dj dring and mo$art, featuring $ean v’uitton

[intro: $ean v’uitton]
this the sh-t you been waiting on
here it comes

[verse 1: $ean v’uitton]
listen to this story i’m about to tell
about a little black kid who stole a belt
took it off my, home boy’s [jaws?]
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
but you f-gs, committing [gas?] crimes too
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 ain’t in compton, chiraq, or [a little rock?]
we in point loma, i’m the king of this spot, ay!

[bridge: mo$art]
ay yo, it’s mo$art
shout out to tuna

[verse 2: mo$art]
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

[verse 3]
don’t talk no weed, i got loud as sh-t
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

[verse 4]
this was never about being black or white
this is about some broke -ss 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

[verse 5]
i spit that real sh-t, and watching jaws drop
little b-tch can’t admit that he got caught
you got me f-cked up, ain’t no belt that your mom bought, uh

[verse 6]
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 b-tches y’all can pull are the fat ones
so lets see what you got to come back with
i’m on the black sh-t
f-ck you

that’s right b-tch

- moart lyrics

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