Fatty Boom Boom lyrics

[Hook]

Hey Fatty Boom Boom

Hit me with the Ching-ching

Fat pocket clinking, dollar eye twinkling

Jeez da beats so chunky

Me'sa getting funky

Ohh ohhh ooh ohh

[Verse 1]

When I'm on the mic it's like murder murder murder!

Kill kill kill!

Wat se Suid-Afrika?

Suig my fokken piel

Hier kom ek weer

Like a lekker a smack in the face

Rappers are fucking boring Ninja bashing their brains

What happened to all the cool rappers from back in the day?

Nowadays all these rappers sound exactly the same

It's like one big inbred fuck-fest Sies!

No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or listen

[Verse 2]

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy hold on to your ching

I'm taking over Amerika, blowing up everything

Physically fit, the Ninja very energetic

If you haven't got it by now, yo you never gonna get it

I whip my dick out and piss on all this horrible fokken rap

Got an offshore account for dollar bills that I stack

Yo fuck rap

I'm sorry my China we not related

I cum mad fast, like the first time I ejaculated

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Hi! My name is...

Yo-Landi fokken Visser

Fight fight fight!

Kick you in the teeth, hit you on the head with the mic

There's a rumble in the jungle I'm bubbling to the beat

I'm not looking for trouble but trouble's looking for me

My pockets are fokken swollen but nothing just come for free

I used to beg, borrow, and steal just to hustle something to eat

South Africa used to be dwankie to notice me

[Verse 4]

Suddenly you're interested cause we're blowing up overseas

Making money money money

Yes yes yes

Zef side represent

You're fuckin' with the best

I'm a upper

Dwankies get popped like a sucker

Baka Baka

Yippie-ki-yay motherfucker!

I'm a big deal

Yo crazy money get thrown at me

Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to sleep

[Dialogue]

Yo-landi!

What?

Where you at?

Here I am!

Spitting fokken lyrics like bam bam bam!

[Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 5]

We keep it lekker lekker lekker, zef zef zef

Spend all my fucking money til' there's nothing left

I'm a fat cat, keep the change I don't need a slip

For this fat sack of dagga, yo I'm smoking a spliff

In my matte black Subaru, haters throwing a fit

Round the corner gooi n fokken spliff Tokyo drift

My daddy told me there's a lot of fish in the sea

There's also a lot of motherfuckin' money bitches and weed

Ja, dagga dagga dagga, puff puff puff

Bring the beat back Hi-Tek!

Make it rough

We drop the type of beats that make you shut the fuck up and dance

We drop the type of beats so good you're fucking stuck in a trance

In the overseas they like to say you're stuck in a trance

We drop the type of beats that make you fucking cum in your pants

Waarsie fokken dagga?

Pass it to the left

Lekker Z, to the E, to the mother fucking F!

[Hook} x 3

[Outro]

Jesus ou!

Chill net n bitjie fokken uit!