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    "TS Piece" Lyrics

    Fat Joe

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    [Fat Joe]
    Yeah uhh.......
    You know what this is.....
    The fat gangsta!!!

    [Chorus]
    [Tony Sunshine]
    Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right)
    Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right)
    Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
    Joe i wanna fuck wit u (Keep sayin that)
    I dont know what it is
    All I know it that this chick
    Is gon leave wit me
    Gon creep wit me
    Gon freak wit me
    Gon leave wit me

    [Verse 1]

    [Fat Joe]
    I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing
    But when you rich, aint nuthin to do but fuckin hang
    Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change
    Keep mah ladies lookin good, when they touch the Range.
    Never fuck wit a bitch, if she cant be trained
    Never leave wit a chick, if she dont give brain.
    We could leave on trip, I got a private plane
    I dont fly, but we could park it up and blaze.
    Joe's the God
    And I know you need somethin to praise
    Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved.
    Uhh, it's not mah fualt if they love the kid
    It might be the chain or the whip
    I dont know what it is.

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]

    [Remy Ma]
    Umm, I dont mean no harm
    But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma
    And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem
    And I dont turn em away
    I'm like, I'm the bomb now.
    Wheres your gurl, dont matter to me
    I'm way out of her league
    She cant keep up to mah speed.
    Shes weak, she dont need to smoke weed
    And wherever shes at
    is where she should be.
    Now, wheres your wife, I dont care
    I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there.
    Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair
    Take me out on trips and pay the fare.
    Maybe.

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]

    [Fat Joe]
    Damn, look at all the rocks he got
    Ferrari drop 360,hard to top
    The party's hot,all white linen affair
    Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs.
    I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here.
    Shorty whistlin in mah ear
    Told me what she wanna hear,she said
    "We thuggin
    smokin on sumthin
    down to leave wit ya'll, As long as ya'll fuckin."
    Woo, thas how you do that there
    See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here
    We ridin,she drivin
    On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin.

    [Chorus]
    [Tony Sunshine]
    Maybe its the TS chain (I got em right)
    Maybe its that Escalade (Come get em right)
    Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
    Joe i wanna fuck wit u (Keep sayin that)
    I dont know what it is
    All I know it that this chick
    Gon leave wit me
    Gon creep wit me
    Gon freak wit me
    Gon leave wit me

    Gon leave wit me
    Gon creep wit me
    Gon freak wit me
    Gon leave wit me

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on September 11th, 2009 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Remy Kioni Smith, Joseph Cartagena, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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