Walk On By (feat. Charli Baltimore) (Explicit)

Walk On By - Fat Joe (肥仔喬)/Charli Baltimore

Written by：Buckwild

Yes indeed what the deal

This is the kid capri

Up here with my man Joey Crack

Joey Crack got this new joint coming out

Yo Joey tell 'em what the name of this joint is

This is for the hoes and b**ches

A yo what about all the young ladies the positive

Young ladies

Like I said baby this is dedicated to the hoes and b**ches

Speak on it man

This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas

For all the hoes and b**ches who swallow nut by the litres

Two months pregnant mad pokin' the fetus

But she don't give a f**k still suckin' for sneakers

You know the type d*mn dirty is right she even

Did it wit dice

And made a dildo of ice

A yo it's like the hiest

Move ya phat a** to gain

And if you love me baby girl give my friends

Some entertainment yo that's foul Joe

Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo

Behave like a hooker and played like a madd ho

Rumor has it that you take it in the

And wrap ya lips around my like a lasso

I love the way you hold that

Joe crack bozak

While niggas bone that

My stomach's where ya nose at

Just another ho in the midst

That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'Cris

Hook

All you b**ches be f**kin' for money

Playin' niggas but they can't get sh*t from me

You ain't smokin' my lye

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f**kin' just walk on by

All you b**ches just walk on by

I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah

Met her backstage at a show in Alanta

Seemed like a nice girl class and well mannered

When I took her to the hotel the b**ch went bananas

Did my eyes decieve me

Was she suckin' three pee pee's

Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T V

Couldn't wait to beep me

Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from

The trinity stars

Big Joe'll railroad

Any frail ho

Have a b**ch scream and yell throwin' elbows

Now who the hell knows

Why these girls f**k for cell phones

Turnin' tricks for material sh*t

Now bust it you wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar

These chics is hott rodders

Wit grips like rottwilers

But why bother

Picture me payin' a fee

I'll just play like akinyle and f**k these hoes for free

All you b**ches be f**kin' for money

Playin' niggas but they can't get sh*t from me

You ain't smokin' my lye

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f**kin' just walk on by

All you b**ches just walk on by

Picture be more on the floor on all fours

Mind must've lost yours

Never been tossed

Tour thats what I do for ones

Not whore baby thats what I do for fun

Now I dread that I gave you head

All because them four double a duracells went dead

My vibrator huh playa hatin' on me

Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free

Now you boomeranged all I wanted was some action

Brought my own branton

Got my own mansion

Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas

Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas

Please you was just something to do

Had a camcorder too

How you like that boo

You madd 'cuz I hit that and vanished

Or 'cuz you on tape screamin' charli baltimore in spanish

All you b**ches be f**kin' for money

Playin' niggas but they can't get sh*t from me

You ain't smokin' my lye

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f**kin' just walk on by

All you b**ches just walk on by

Just walk on by

See ya later yeah

You scandulous ho

I'm going to do