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Fat Joe

Stressin'

 

Stressin'


[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Black bottles, black models
Cuban cigars, Domincanos
Colombianos, it's [?]
100 dope boys on the sofa
I'm [?] with Versace on
Stars on the roof for the ambiance
Dug up some more hundreds, fought a few cases
Now we in the club throwing blue faces
Used to see Papi at the [?]
Now I'm [?] sitting on gold toilets
[?] more spoils
Large, you people never be loyal

[Hook: Jennifer Lopez]
You can buy me way more bottles then them other sections
Leave 1000 dollar tip what blessing
All eyes on us, ain't nobody in the club looking at your direction
So baby as you one question, do we look like we're stressin'?
Cause we ain't
Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't
Do we look like we're stressin'? Cause we ain't

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
[?] more opus
Break up the makeup, we got motives
I'm [?] America that teamwork
Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work
It's the U-blow show
Seven figures on the wrist like you don't know
The haters looking at me cause the mommies looking at me
Fed's looking at me, all the snitches looking at me
Fo' hunnid on the race, that's hella dough
Just to see the stars with no telescope
I got the pussy wetter than that yayo
Get it off of the block, that J. Lo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Alexander McQueen, Balmain Jeans
Everything all black like the Beijing
Cop the Red Octobers since the Valentine
Have Cupid shoot that ass like 1000 times
In the cell got the wrong number
But she gone be my [?] all summer
And she gone be up in my tub half naked
And I just sold the plug [?]

[Hook]

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